The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 164 Eric Is Uneasy

“Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not? You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.

Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?”

He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.

Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.

Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.

“Pass me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his assistant, who was heating water for him.

He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.

One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.

Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.”

Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.”

She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.

seemed different today, but she had no

Eric, Lewis asked her quietly, “Do you

have no idea. He was fine during

hushed tones until Eric’s

Lewis

the costumes for the actors, she went

female actors.

saw Sean walking over with an

hand, and when

approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help

pads and thick socks. Put them

look and slowly reached out to accept them.

ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

her the umbrella. “You

don’t want

his tone indifferent. “The car is right

speak, he turned and walked away

couldn’t help but mutter to herself that her route was

cold wind swept toward

hurriedly ducked

the actors had left. Abigail

some rest.

lined furry snow boots. As she touched them, she could feel the warmth emanating from within. She swapped out her thick socks, applied a heating

wouldn’t have to worry about her shoes getting wet

out, umbrella in hand. However, something seemed off about the atmosphere on the

folded up the umbrella and