The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

“What are you looking at?” Abigail’s face held a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

She wasn’t sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

“Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?” Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn’t intend to have a deep conversation with Sean and was about to head back.

“Let’s take a stroll?” Sean approached her.

“No need, I still have work to finish.” She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmother wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital for too long.

“You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would delay your work even more?” Sean gently held Abigail’s wrist without much thought.

Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

“Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice,” Sean said, pulling her toward the exit.

“This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!” Abigail freed herself from Sean’s grasp.

“Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross–industry designers,” Sean said, pulling Abigail’s hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at once and followed Sean.

“Taking a walk?” The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

engrossed in scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging

the woman.

listening

turn our village into a tourist village will really work? I’m still counting

1/4

husband.

But what can they

whole village will suffer if

listened in silence,

you talking about? Why should we persuade them in a nice way?” The man grew impatient and snapped

her lips and fell

was so upset. He had such a bad

moment, Sean suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering,

her voice. She suspected that Sean was deliberately showing affection in front of

walk faster.” Sean hastened his

was pulled along, and they

couple, the woman murmured, “Being young is

was a hint of envy in

a lush riverside with a dense clump

quite rare,” Sean said to

it was really hard

took out her phone, snapped a photo, and

fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in the countryside,” Abigail said

a tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn’t have been fireflies,”

The couple approached them.

seen them before?” the woman smiled

Abigail smiled in

there might be fewer,” the woman said, still fanning herself, and

gone. “What she said is

fireflies and suddenly said, “I have to go back. I just thought of a

think about a design for me too.” Sean quickly spoke when he

how to keep these fireflies here, whether artificially