The Spare Wife

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Force Her to Apologize Publicly

Sean let go of Abigail’s chin and stepped aside. Lowering his gaze, he looked at her and said, “We’ll meet again at night. Send me a message, and I’ll bring your drafts.” With that, he walked up to the door. He opened it and left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness that Joan’s call had

brought.

Abigail sat alone for a while before deciding to take a shower. Afterward, she confided in Luna about his request.

Luna was so pissed that she threw her phone on the couch. “He treated you well in the production.

team, so I thought your relationship with him had improved. Alas… He’s getting greedy, isn’t he?”

“Joan still holds a special place in his eyes,” Abigail said in a low voice.

Luna approached the coffee table and crouched to pour a glass of water. She downed it and said, “I

thought I could teach Joan a lesson this time, but who knew… It must be nice to have Sean

protecting her, huh? My blood pressure is ramping up.”

Abigail asked, “What were you planning to do?”

“I was going to make Joan publicly apologize to us. If she refused, I was considering suing her for

defamation. But it looks like I’ll have to endure it again. I thought our studio could ride the waves if

she apologized to us this time.” Luna sounded disheartened.

Abigail hummed thoughtfully for a moment before turning to Luna. “Sean wants me to send him a message later, and he’ll return the drafts to me. I don’t want to have any more contact with him, so I’m considering just letting it go…” When he mentioned those words earlier, the small glimmer of hope in her heart faded away.

“Why not? You two were getting along well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Luna persuaded her.

Abigail grumbled in dissatisfaction, “I even thought about burning his drafts.”

Luna quickly responded, “Please don’t do that. It’s a great opportunity, so just meet up with him. Also, since he’s taking the initiative to ask you out, he must have something else to talk about. What if he decides to give the drafts to Joan if you don’t show up?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Abigail looked at her with concern. “But do you think he’s being sincere in the show?”

“It doesn’t matter. The netizens are buying it anyway. I don’t know about anything else. It’s only a good pairing if it feels real, right? Moreover, why would you offend him for no reason? You can benefit from being around him in the production team. It’s a win–win situation!” Luna was quite good at strategizing.

Abigail sighed in resignation. “All right.”

“I’m telling you, you just have to interact with him. You can gain popularity and maybe even annoy Joan. You’re getting a lot of benefits from it!” Luna continued analyzing the situation.

Abigail pushed Luna’s hand away. “All right, I get it. I’ll send him the message.” She was also worried that Sean might actually give the drafts to Joan.

It was 9.00PM, and the night air had a refreshing coolness. Hidden in a nook within the garden’s rockery, Abigail sent a message to Sean: ‘Why aren’t you here yet? There are too many mosquitoes

here. My legs are covered in bites.

When he received the message, he picked up his pace.

She cautiously peered out from her hiding spot, only to find her head enveloped in Sean’s embrace

as he joined her in the rockery.

Sean looked down at Abigail in the darkness and remarked, “What kind of place have you found?

Couldn’t we have met somewhere else? Did it have to be such a secretive location?” His lips curled

into a faint smile unseen in the dark.

She scratched her arm nervously. “I don’t want anyone to discover us.”

He lifted her chin with his hand. “What secret mission are we on that requires such secrecy?” The

man had even dressed up for the occasion, but now they were meeting in this dimly lit place. He

hadn’t anticipated her choice of location.

Abigail didn’t want to argue with Sean. So, she said in a low voice, “Where are the drafts? Did you bring them?”

He tightened his grip. “I have a few questions to ask you about those drafts. Answer me honestly, and I’ll give them to you.”

Abigail looked away, saying in an indifferent tone, “What is it?”

“Who wrote these drafts?” His eyes bore into her in the darkness, making it seem as if he could see

right through her.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly responded. “I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t

understand.”

“Stop pretending, Abigail. I recognize your handwriting.” Sean leaned in closer. Their breaths mingled, and Abigail’s heart raced even faster.

Abigail struggled, but then she accidentally stepped on a stone. With a few steps back, she stumbled into the rockery wall. She was about to collide with it when Sean swiftly stepped forward, reaching out to hold her back and pulling her into his arms. “What’s got you so worked up?” he asked,

concerned in his voice.

She took a deep breath and said softly, “My foot hurts… I think I might have sprained it.”

Frowning with concern, he let go of her.