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

like I’ll have to endure it again. I thought our studio

us this time.” Luna

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, so I’m considering just letting

getting along well in the production team, right? Just keep it up. I’m telling you, you seriously have to try a little.” Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Luna

“I even thought about

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. What if he decides to give the drafts to Joan

“But do you

would you offend him for no reason? You can benefit from being

in resignation.

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

Luna’s hand away. “All right, I get it. I’ll send him the message.” She was also worried that Sean might actually give the drafts to

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

received the message, he picked

her hiding spot, only to

joined her

the darkness and remarked, “What

somewhere else? Did it have to be such a secretive

faint smile unseen in the

arm nervously. “I don’t want anyone to discover

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

dressed up for the occasion, but now they were meeting in this dimly lit place.

her choice of