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.

door, 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

leaned on it, heaving a sigh. Once I get

by force only creates hatred and

the next morning, Abigail was about to give Luna the drafts after washing herself up, but during the counting, she realized she was one draft short, and no matter

it. Is it in Sean’s

the door, and Abigail quickly opened it. Luna was standing outside, dressed for the occasion. She looked gorgeous and charming, and she arched her eyebrow. “Let’s go

We’re checking out what the theme

missing one draft. Check if it’s in your

quickly answered, “No way. I don’t have anything in my 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

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

subconsciously. What kind of excuse should I use to search

cordial terms last night, but who am I kidding? Our

hot as a block

She frowned, frustrated.

closer. “You seem troubled. Where did you lose it? Don’t tell me

It’d be a hit to our