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.

She was about to enter her room when he reached out and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time,

none of

talk to you, but you won’t listen. You’re just

Sean said, restraining

eyes, Abigail reluctantly let go of the

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

the medicine down when there was

turned and

at the door. Seeing Sean, he quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr.

on Sean’s nerves. He had a stern expression as he

his attitude. He then reached up to touch

approached the door. She smiled and asked Eric, “Can’t sleep at

see if there’s anything to eat,” Eric

a step “Well, you two carry on. Just give a

back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.”

promptly closed

for a while before turning back to

knit, and his

concern for his cousin and came all this

home, Eric couldn’t shake the

couch, and Sean approached her, taking her

have gotten a dozen slaps in return. What happened to your temper?”

won’t lay a hand on

Abigail huffed.

argue further. He gently squeezed the frostbite on her hand. “Should I just pop the red

inside has coagulated. It’s not circulating

how the skin around the frostbite turned pale, while the inside, where the skin cells

needle, sterilized it, and swabbed some alcohol on Abigail’s hand before

didn’t work?” He was still