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

showing 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

at home.”

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

Abigail exchanged a brief look before they made a dramatic show of pushing and nudging to offer the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it was enough, Luna forcefully seated Abigail–who pretended to

extremely meek and

chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from breaking into laughter. His

him in the leg, upon which he immediately drew a quiet breath before sitting up with a straight

look stern,

Miss Smith, who

in,

out in

may

that Kevin’s words were an indirect way of justifying the seating arrangements. Naturally, a major investor like Sean wouldn’t want to be seated

that Kevin’s seat was probably intended for Joan, who had yet

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

said to Abigail, “Mr. Graham is attending such an event for the first

status, Luna instructing

a glass of soda for

watched.

in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin

astonishment, “Oh, dear! Miss Palmer,

going to attend

not attend

to her, being completely absorbed in eating the orange Abigail