The Spare Wife

Chapter 70 Force Her to Apologize Publicly

Sean let go of Abigail’s chin and stepped aside. Lowering his gaze, he looked at her and said, “We’ll meet again at night. Send me a message, and I’ll bring your drafts.” With that, he walked up to the door. He opened it and left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness that Joan’s call had

brought.

Abigail sat alone for a while before deciding to take a shower. Afterward, she confided in Luna about his request.

Luna was so pissed that she threw her phone on the couch. “He treated you well in the production.

team, so I thought your relationship with him had improved. Alas… He’s getting greedy, isn’t he?”

“Joan still holds a special place in his eyes,” Abigail said in a low voice.

Luna approached the coffee table and crouched to pour a glass of water. She downed it and said, “I

thought I could teach Joan a lesson this time, but who knew… It must be nice to have Sean

protecting her, huh? My blood pressure is ramping up.”

Abigail asked, “What were you planning to do?”

“I was going to make Joan publicly apologize to us. If she refused, I was considering suing her for

have to endure it again.

this time.” Luna

“Sean wants me to send him a message later, and he’ll return the drafts to me. I don’t want to have any more contact with him,

up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Luna persuaded

grumbled in dissatisfaction, “I even thought about burning his

don’t do that. It’s a great opportunity, so just meet up with him. Also, since he’s taking the initiative to ask you out, he must have something else to talk about.

“But do you think he’s being sincere

The netizens are buying it anyway. I don’t know about anything else. It’s only a good pairing if it feels real, right? Moreover, why would you offend him for no reason? You can benefit from being around him in the production team. It’s a win–win situation!” Luna was quite good at

sighed in resignation. “All

have to interact with him. You can gain popularity and maybe even

hand away. “All right, I get it. I’ll send him the message.”

refreshing coolness. Hidden in a nook within the garden’s rockery, Abigail sent a message to Sean: ‘Why aren’t you here yet? There are too many mosquitoes

received the message, he picked up

her hiding spot, only to

her

the darkness and remarked, “What

have met somewhere else? Did it have to

smile unseen in the

nervously. “I

chin with his hand. “What secret mission

had even dressed up for the occasion, but now they

her choice of