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

two sit on the right; I’ll sit to the left of Mr. Graham. Don’t be shy, both of you. Today’s afternoon tea party is all

at home.”

eyes of those present were fixed on Luna. They envied her for the preferential treatment she received from

each other.

extremely

He raised his hand and pinched his chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from breaking into laughter. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were

with a straight face. “This

look stern,

an amiable person, actually. Miss Smith,

eagerly chimed in, “Yeah,

out in unison, “Good afternoon,

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 with people he didn’t know well.

intended for Joan,

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

event for the first time. Abigail,

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

poured a glass of soda for Sean

watched.

Sean, separating Luna from him. Enraged, she quickly 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

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

weren’t going to attend the

with suppressed anger. “How could I not attend the party…” she said,

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