The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 165 Sean Gets It Again

Josie affectionately leaned on Abigail’s shoulder. “The swelling has gone down. After we finish filming, I want to get a custom-made dress from your studio!”

“Sure!” Abigail replied with a wide smile.

Eric’s face looked rather grim.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail and saw Eric’s expression, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. This guy used to keep his eyes on Abigail all day long, even sneaking glances at her during their runs. What was up with him today?

Sean, ever watchful of Eric, remained cautious.

Abigail hadn’t been in her room for long before Sean arrived. He had ordered food from outside, and it would be delivered soon.

The hotel provided meals for the crew, but Sean found it particularly unappetizing.

Sitting beside Abigail, he naturally took her hand. “I’m boiling hot water,” Abigail said, trying to pull her hand back.

The frostbite she had pricked were no longer swollen and didn’t itch too much. The hot water was mainly for soaking her feet, which she hadn’t had time for earlier. Now, they felt very uncomfortable even when she sat down.

“I’ll check. You stay put.” Sean got up without hesitation and headed to the bathroom.

Abigail bit her lip. In the past, she would have been thrilled, but now, she just found it ironic.

Sean returned with the hot water. He tested it with his hand, jolting back from the scalding heat. He frowned, saying, “This is too hot. Do you plan on making foot soup?

“It’ll be fine once I get used to it. Besides, this is my foot basin. Are you testing it with your hand?” Abigail said deliberately to disgust him.

Sean suddenly smirked. “I’ve massaged your feet before, and I didn’t mind. Now you’re repulsed by yourself?”

feet are perfectly

from the side and wiped

Abigail scolded, her face

her body to jolt from

splashed toward Sean’s

unable

rolled to the corner of the couch, clutching a cushion. “Who told you to chat with

scalded, his face reddened. He

did he glare at Abigail. “Was this

face full of

out his phone

no time, the

clean up the floor. You wait outside. There will be a food delivery later,” Sean said. suppressing his anger

tucked her feet on the couch, smiling innocently at

basin from

the diligent assistant helped the hotel staff

the

bit impatient, and when he called the restaurant, he found out that the delivery was delayed due

an hour for the delivery. The food will be cold by then,”

it up. Just send me the

“The roads are slippery. Be careful. If it’s too

be careful

be safe, Sean

weather like this, don’t

don’t seem to care if I

shrank back, feeling

instinctive reaction, Sean intended to hold her hand, but he changed his mind and gently touched her hair instead. “I was worried that your

eat anything. I’m not picky,”

me your hand,” Sean