The Spare Wife

Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Comments Go Crazy

Abigail had found a quiet spot in the garden to focus on her design sketches. As the sun began to set, she slipped back to her room.

During this time, she had many suspicions. Still, she wasn’t sure if Sean had helped her replace the design sketches.

Her next step was to turn those designs into finished drafts before moving on to making the

clothes.

The bi–weekly tea gathering had resumed, but today’s theme had unexpectedly changed from the

previous one.

A group of people gathered in the sunroom on the hotel’s rooftop for a meal featuring tea art and ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

desserts.

Abigail and Luna had arrived early. After sitting down, Abigail whispered to Luna, “Sean doesn’t like desserts, so he probably won’t come today.”

As soon as she said that, Sean and Kevin walked in together.

Kevin entered with a smile and greeted everyone. “Let’s keep it casual today. There’s no need to be

too formal.”

On the other hand, Sean strolled over to Abigail’s side and took a seat. As he settled in, he stretched his long legs, slightly opening them. She couldn’t help but feel his legs brushing against hers,

especially today when she was wearing a short dress. Through the suit fabric, she could clearly sense his body temperature.

She couldn’t help but notice his well–defined leg muscles and her cheeks reddened. She contemplated adjusting her position but worried he might misinterpret her intentions.

Noticing that few people were around, Sean leaned closer to Abigail and asked, “Is it so hard to find

you for something?”

She was puzzled and turned to look at him. “What do

you mean?”

He

got to the point, asking, “Are you burning bridges? I helped you out of a tight spot, and you can’t even say thank you?”

Abigail was now confident that Sean had helped her replace the design sketches. However, he didn’t mention the incident in their last encounter, which put her at ease. “Of course, I’m grateful, but it’s

inconvenient to say it in the production team.” As she spoke, she bent down to brew tea for him.

He reclined on the couch, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her slender neck.

Abigail had casually pinned her long hair with a wooden hairpin, letting it hang loosely, with a round wooden bead that swayed as she moved. This was the first time she wore a dress, and Sean’s gaze shifted to her waistline, which was relatively slender. His open appraisal of her without restraint made the livestream audience frenzy.

‘Wow! What kind of look is that? It’s like he wants to devour the assistant alive! Someone needs to

start writing fanfiction about this. I want to read it now. It must be thrilling!‘

‘He claims he has no feelings for her, but the moment he walked in, he zeroed in on the assistant without any pretense!‘

‘And those discreet glances! Oh, my goodness! I can’t stop laughing. Am I watching a fashion design competition or a romance show? I don’t care. I want to see more! Please, don’t stop this, or I’ll get

angry!

Kevin turned his head and noticed Sean’s intense stare at Abigail. It was as if Sean wanted to devour her. Kevin couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Abigail prepared some tea and handed it to Sean with both hands. “Thank you.”

Although Sean preferred carbonated water over tea, he couldn’t resist seeing her holding a green- glazed tea cup and looking at him expectantly. After taking a sip, he frowned at the bitterness.

After setting the teacup down, he looked at the bewildered Abigail. “It’s quite bitter, and I don’t like it.”

She quickly apologized. “I’ll make you another one.”

“Abigail, I don’t like tea. If you genuinely want to thank me, put in more effort,” Sean said, furrowing his brow.

His words made her pause, and he added, “Remember, you have something I can use against you.”

She thought about the draft design and stood up to tell Luna, “I’ll be right back.”

smiled.

Abigail had no intention of returning so soon. She headed downstairs to the hotel’s refrigerator to fetch several bottles of carbonated water for Sean. The camera followed her the whole way, and the

audience went wild.

‘So… Sean only drinks carbonated water in real life! But he drank the energy drink that the assistant had yesterday. Is he promoting it for her? What kind of secret affection is this?‘

‘Is this a secret admirer plot? Does Sean, with his status, need to secretly admire an assistant?

‘Anyway, I’m satisfied. I can’t believe they’re so sweet!‘

Abigail returned to her seat with the water bottles, unscrewed one, and handed it to Sean. Only then did he take a sip.

Seeing that the camera was far away and not everyone had arrived, she leaned closer to Sean. She whispered, “Can you destroy the draft design?” She knew Joan occasionally visited him. She

wondered what if Joan found the draft design someday and that everything she had worked hard

on would be ruined.

However, Sean reclined further into the couch. He sipped his water and looked at Abigail with an indifferent expression.

She felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly kept a distance between them before returning to her

tea preparation.

Meanwhile, Joan arrived late, having spent extra time doing her makeup. She was fuming when she realized she had missed a crucial step. She sat on the lone couch nearest to Sean, tightly clutching

her bag, her frustration evident as she left finger marks on it.

At that moment, it was clear that her anger was boiling over. She vowed to herself that she wouldn’t

bother with such an elaborate makeup routine next time.