The Spare Wife

Chapter 56 Did Something Alright

And now that’s the very reason this woman is mocking me. Abigail smirked. She quietly served the coffee to Joan. Only then did she stop whining. Despite her awkwardness, Abigail managed to get some of her measurements. Joan then languidly walked to the bathroom for a shower.

While she was doing that, Abigail went to a corner and texted Luna. ‘How’s it going on your end?‘

Luna texted a reply with three dots before adding, ‘Take a guess.‘ She could bluff her way out of any situation and praise Abigail’s designs to high heavens, but it had been years since she made a drawing, and her skills had deteriorated to nil. Even if she could make something, it wouldn’t be

outstanding, and that would be a hit to Alana’s reputation.

Even through the phone, Abigail could imagine the look on Luna’s face. She stood up and tucked the tape away, then she knocked on the door. “Miss Smith needs my help. Once you’re done, knoćk on my door. I’ll take the remainder of your measurements.”

Taking her measurements is not a top priority; the draft is. I need to get back and deal with the

draft first.

Joan said nothing but didn’t stop her. She’s giving me attitude? When they get stumped on the

design, she’ll be begging for my help.

Taking her silence as agreement, Abigail left the room and took a deep breath when she was

ask for the draft she left behind. First, she had

she was too annoyed to come up with

like Joan. That woman was not

head low in hesitation, then she texted Sean and asked if he was in his

Sean didn’t answer.

for too long, or

cabinet beside her to change her shoes, and then she felt

turned her head and saw the draft she left behind in Sean’s room sitting on the cabinet, and she froze. I couldn’t even find it last night no matter how much I tried. Did he put it back?

couldn’t clean off the mark. She couldn’t be bothered with it and quickly

back. “Mr. Stewart. We just want to take her measurements, and my has

working with us, how should I carry out my job?”

assist

nonchalant, but he had a headache as well. He knew that Luna and Abigail were friends, so he put on a smile. “Oh, calm down. We have time. If she

there’s always tomorrow.”

to get arrogant once they had a rich backer, and now that Joan had Sean backing her, she was probably as

Luna spun

you promise me when you invited me, Mr. Stewart?” Just the thought of Abigail getting tripped

with rage.

letting that b*tch give

on the other, he had to deal with Sean’s lover. He was stuck between a rock and a