The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 161 My Heart Aches for Her

Abigail showed her hand to the pharmacist, who noticed the frostbite on her fingers. She said, “Have you been out in the cold all day? There’s heating indoors; it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.”

“Yeah, I work outside,” Abigail replied.

Sean, with a stern expression, asked, “Aside from what she mentioned, isn’t there any other way? If the work has to be done outside, is there a solution?”

Abigail shot him a glare. “It’s none of your business!”

The pharmacist quickly intervened, “He’s just concerned about you. Sir, if she has to work. outside, keeping warm is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, treatment won’t be effective.”

“Just fell me if I can use acupuncture, Abigail expressed some concern. Many crew members on the set had the same problem.

“Yeah, it’s an option. But it’s not really necessary. If you’re indoors for three or four days, the frostbite on your cheeks and cars should clear up” The pharmacist stuttered a bit, finding them both intimidating and strangely pleasing to the eye.

Abigail nodded in understanding-

After leaving the pharmacy, Sean followed Abigail.

Abigail was getting a bit annoyed. She was about to say something when Sean spoke up. “You don’t want us arguing on set, do you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Abigail turned around, giving him a hostile look.

Seeing that she was about to get worked up again, Sean interjected. “I promise you, there’s nothing romantic between Joan and me.”

“It’s none of my concern,” Abigail said coldly.

“You’re my wife. How can it not be your concern?” Sean retorted.

Abigail gave a bitter laugh and didn’t respond.

and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time, and

none of

to you, but you won’t listen. You’re

Sean said, restraining

the anger in his eyes, Abigail reluctantly let go of

room and saw Sean entering Abigail’s room. He looked a bit puzzled but decided to check

medicine down when there

turned and opened

quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr. Graham, are you paying a

he called Abigail “cousin” grated on Sean’s nerves. He had a

his attitude. He then reached up to touch his

the door. She smiled and asked

thought I’d see if there’s anything to eat,”

a step “Well, you

back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.”

promptly closed the

while before turning back to his

were tightly knit,

much concern for his cousin and came

home, Eric couldn’t shake the feeling

and Sean approached her,

would have gotten a dozen slaps in return.

I won’t lay a hand on you. Do you

Abigail huffed.

on her hand. “Should I just pop the

blood inside has coagulated. It’s not circulating anymore,” Abigail

bit of pressure, noticing how the skin around the frostbite turned pale, while the inside, where the

some alcohol on Abigail’s hand

work?” He was