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.

today, but

at Eric, Lewis asked her quietly, “Do you

was fine

in hushed tones until Eric’s assistant

and Lewis quickly fell

costumes for the actors, she went into

female actors.

saw Sean

paper bag in his hand, and when he saw Abigail,

naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something to say, do it quickly. I only have ten

of heating pads and thick socks. Put

take a look and slowly reached

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

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

handed her the umbrella. “You don’t even know how to use an

don’t want

steps back, his tone indifferent. “The car is right

chance to speak, he turned and

herself

swept toward her

hurriedly ducked into the

the hustle and bustle, once the actors had left. Abigail retreated to her designated corner

some rest.

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

wouldn’t have to worry about her

the chilly winds and snowfall set the scene, Abigail ventured out, umbrella in hand. However, something

the umbrella and sat under the