The Spare Wife

Chapter 51 You’re Not an Embarrassment

Abigail pursed her lips and gazed at Sean as well. She smirked. “Don’t say that about yourself. The whole team’s praising you to the high heavens, and tons of women are waiting to be You’re not an embarrassment; you’re the prize everyone wants.”

your bride.

He invested in the show and helped my grandma. There’s no need to cross him. Still, she was annoyed by Joan’s smug attitude, and she thought a sarcastic remark was more than warranted, given that she was still his wife.

Sean took off his pants right in front of her. “Are you one of those women, then?”

Hell no. I am not that kind of woman. Abigail thought he would at least have some shame, but he didn’t. He was being as brazen as he could. Coolly, she said, “Whatever you say.”

Sean was prejudiced against her. If she made any mistake talking to him, he would use it to label her as a whore who would sleep with him for money. It was just like how she was called a gold digger when she only wanted to happily marry him.

Abigail turned around and ignored him. She held up the file and put her ear against the door to listen to what was going on outside. There were a couple of designers still chatting since she could hear snippets of their conversation. That was annoying. It’s late. Why haven’t they gone back to their rooms? Even if they want to chat, they can do it in their rooms, can’t they?

While she was focused on the sounds outside, Sean suddenly hugged her.

almost shouted, but she quickly covered her mouth. Her design drafts fell to the ground, and

and whispered almost coldly, “Don’t you get tired of

up to her head. She pushed against the door and tried to shove Sean away. “Once I am done with Grandma’s

off by a kiss. Just then, Joan asked from

Sean?”

look and let her go. He was sure

wouldn’t make a sound.

mind was in turmoil, but she was bothered by that look he gave her. She crouched down and quickly picked up the drafts, then she shoved

bathroom

bed rang, and Sean picked it up after he saw that it was

set. Are you in

it, still holding his phone. Joan put on a beautiful smile for him. “It’s late. I hope I’m not interrupting. It’s been a while since

and a smirk curled her lips. I’m the wife, and yet I’m looking like

the way here even though it’s already this late? You could’ve come tomorrow. I wouldn’t have

to back her up. He

it for her.