The Spare Wife

Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her. “How’s your leg?”

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. “It hurts a little, but I’m unsure if it’s sprained.”

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, “I’m fine… Don’t…”

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?”

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. “I’m scared of the pain.” With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman’s

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

were visible on the arch of her foot, and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was her slender leg. It was alluring… and seductive.

His hand lightly pressed against it as he applied light force on her ankle.

Abigail grunted, feeling the sensation of his warm palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the wall. With no choice, she tried to divert her attention by

chatting, “Sean, I’m learning design from Miss Smith. She was the one who asked me to write the annotations. I wasn’t the one who drew the designs.”

Meanwhile, Sean’s mind was not focused on that. He had only made a reasonable guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting. He asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt?”

Though she did not feel much pain, she felt uneasy when he held her like that. However, she was about to answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it was a call from Joan. Within a second, the unease she felt instantly disappeared.

Sean pressed the answer button. Then, he gripped her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gazed at her before asking Joan over the phone, “What’s the matter?”

“Sean…” Joan’s sobbing voice sounded from the phone, trembling in fear.

Abigail pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, tentatively putting her foot on the ground.

“What’s the matter?” His voice was instantly filled with concern and worry.

“I’m scared… There’s something in the room… I don’t know what it is… Sean, come over and take a

look for me.” With that, Joan screamed again.

He mumbled a reply. Ending the call, he turned to look at Abigail, who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just tried to land my foot, and it doesn’t seem injured. I was probably in a rush, and I somehow dislocated a

bone. It hurt for a moment, but it’s okay now.”

“The doctor gets to decide if it’s okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist, Sean tried to get her

to leave with him.

In that instant, she shoved him away. Looking coldly at him, she stated in an even colder tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m already happy enough that you came here in person and gave them to

1. me. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

“So, you’re only here for the drafts?” His voice turned cold. “You came to meet me tonight just NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

because of work?”

Abigail bit her lip. Then, she nodded and expressed, “Yes. I know you’re very busy. I’m so sorry for causing you trouble. Give me the drafts, and we won’t have to do this again.”

Reaching up, Sean tugged at his collar and said coldly, “Sure, but you have to perform well for

Luna. I’ll wait for the day you succeed in life.”

He even changed his shirt and tie specifically for their meeting. His efforts had gone to waste!

He retrieved the drafts from his pocket and tossed them to her. She lowered her gaze, looking at the documents, and said emotionlessly, “Thank you.” When she looked up, the man had left without

even looking back. Leaning against the wall of the rockery, she breathed lightly. Then, she crouched and sat on a rock, slowly pinching her ankle.

He never understood that she had said it out of anger. She was mad simply because he was still getting involved with Joan.