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.

through his phone, occasionally exchanging a few words

the woman.

listening to

still

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husband.

all the houses in the village. But what can they do

Otherwise, the whole village will suffer if we don’t get the compensation,”

and Abigail listened in silence,

them in a nice way?” The man

pursed her

such a bad

this moment, Sean suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s

voice. She suspected that Sean

Sean

along, and they

the woman murmured,

of envy in her

to a lush riverside with a dense clump of bushes, where fireflies were

is quite rare,” Sean

really hard

her phone, snapped a photo, and

though Quinn Village is in the countryside,” Abigail said

it was

The couple approached them.

before?” the woman

Abigail smiled in

if it becomes a tourist village, there might

were gone. “What she said is

suddenly said, “I have to go

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

out how to keep these fireflies here, whether artificially