The Spare Wife

Chapter 53 For the Sake of Dignity

Sean was wondering how much of that was true, but Abigail was already standing beside the door. “Why don’t you check if the coast is clear? I would have to leave sooner or later.” She moved away

from the door.

Since she insisted, Sean said nothing more. He went to the entrance and opened the door, then he checked around and saw a few people standing nearby. They were Joan’s sycophants. Terrified of angering Sean, they scrambled back to their rooms.

Joan came out from behind them and tried to gloss things over. “You’re still awake? Um, I used their

bathroom, that’s all.”

Sean said nothing, so Joan went back to her room as well. Once the coast was really clear, Sean motioned to Abigail, telling her that she could leave.

When Abigail went past him, she said coolly, “We’ll be divorced sooner or later, Mr. Graham, and then you’ll have nothing to worry about anymore.”

Sean was about to say something, but Abigail had already left and closed the door, blocking her from his sight.

and he noticed that the air was filled with her scent. It was a faint scent. Not the smell of shampoo or hair wash, but the natural scent of her body. Like its master, the scent was ethereal and hard to capture. Frustrated, Sean went to the

sigh. Once I get back, I’m coming clean to Grandma. This marriage

force only creates hatred

Luna the drafts after washing herself up, but during the counting, she realized she was one

Is it in

Abigail quickly opened it. Luna was standing outside, dressed for the

the theme of the

draft. Check if

room. You came up with seven drafts last night, and that’s going to be the seven themes for the competition. You took them away after triple

and then she was reminded that she was shocked by Sean yesterday. It had caused her drafts to fall out of her hand. Her mind was in turmoil back then, so she hastily picked everything up and went into the bathroom. Did I leave one

at Sean’s room subconsciously. What kind of excuse should I use to search his

on cordial terms last night, but who am I

hot as

She frowned, frustrated.

seem troubled. Where did you lose it? Don’t tell

It’d be