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

I’ll have to endure it again. I thought

to us this time.” Luna sounded

don’t want to have any more contact with him, so I’m considering just letting it go…” When he mentioned those words

well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try

even

up with him. Also, since he’s taking the initiative to ask you out, he must have something else to talk about. What if he decides to give the drafts to Joan if you don’t

looked at her with concern. “But do you

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

sighed in

with him. You can gain popularity and maybe even annoy Joan. You’re getting a lot of benefits from it!”

“All right, I get it. I’ll send him the message.” She was

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

received the message, he picked up

only to find her head enveloped

joined her in

and remarked, “What kind of

it have

a faint smile unseen in

her arm nervously. “I

chin with his hand. “What secret mission are we on

occasion, but now they were meeting

her choice