The Spare Wife

Chapter 61 Stop Shipping Random Couples

At 3.00PM, the production team announced that there would be three hours of recreation time- which would be live–streamed.

Abigail had been racking her brains for a way to get closer to Sean, and her eyes lit up

the moment she heard the announcement. Under Luna’s eager anticipation, she changed into a loose white T- shirt and a run–of–the–mill pair of bleached skinny jeans that framed her long and slender legs.

Still, such an outfit was very unattractive in the eyes of a fashion designer. “Is that it? I thought you were going to pull out all the stops to sweep Kevin off his feet.” Luna’s eyes popped out in incredulity at her aesthetic sense today.

Who cares about Kevin? I’m here to court Sean! thought Abigail inwardly.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, she immediately spotted Sean sitting next to Kevin, his eyes impassive. He seemed uninterested in the tea party.

On the other hand, Kevin’s eyes lit up at the sight of Abigail. He whispered to Sean, “You were gone

for an hour after lunch. Did you go looking for her after finally realizing that you’ve got something

to say to her?”

“Shut up.” Sean pushed his face away in disgust, his eyes quietly scanning Abigail’s attire.

Kevin let out a stifled laugh. Then, he stood up, beckoning to Abigail and Luna in a friendly manner like a big boss. He said, “Miss Smith, come over and have a seat here.”

Luna dragged Abigail along, fearing that Joan would get the jump on them and take up the seat

before they could.

Kevin gave up

none of the steadiness befitting the head of the production team. He said animatedly, “You two sit on the right; I’ll sit to the left of Mr. Graham. Don’t be shy, both of you.

at home.”

had arrived in the banquet hall, all eyes of those present were fixed on Luna. They envied

offer the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it

nodded, appearing extremely meek and

struggled to contain his laughter, feeling like he might burst out laughing at any moment. He raised his hand and pinched his chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from

with a straight face. “This is Mr. Graham, whom I’m sure all of you have long

look stern,

an amiable person, actually. Miss Smith, who has worked with him, understands

eagerly chimed in, “Yeah,

the designers present called out in unison, “Good afternoon,

may

a major investor like Sean wouldn’t want to be seated with people he didn’t know well. Since Luna had worked with him before, her sitting next to him

Kevin’s seat was probably intended for Joan,

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

“Mr. Graham is attending such an event for the first time. Abigail, you’re quick–witted and good with your hands. Make sure not

got it, Miss Smith.” Given Sean’s prominent status, Luna instructing her to focus

poured a glass of soda for Sean

watched.

walked over to the large round table in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin and- suppressing the boiling anger within her–asked with a sweet and gentle smile, “Mr. Stewart, why didn’t you save a seat for me? You know about my relationship with Sean, don’t

look of astonishment, “Oh, dear! Miss Palmer, it’s already 3.30PM.

weren’t going to attend

could I not attend the party…” she said,

dismay, Sean paid no attention to her, being completely absorbed in eating the orange Abigail had peeled