The Spare Wife

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her. “How’s your leg?”

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. “It hurts a little, but I’m unsure if it’s sprained.”

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, “I’m fine… Don’t…”

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?”

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. “I’m scared of the pain.” With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman’s

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

on the arch of her foot, and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was her slender leg. It was alluring… and

hand lightly pressed against it as he

to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the wall. With

one who asked me

reasonable guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting. He asked in a low

he held her like that. However, she was about to answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it was a call

answer button. Then, he gripped her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gazed at her before asking Joan over

Joan’s sobbing voice sounded from the phone,

her lips and lowered her gaze, tentatively putting her foot on the

voice was instantly filled with concern and

room… I don’t know what it is… Sean, come

me.” With that, Joan screamed

Abigail, who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just tried to land my foot, and it doesn’t seem injured. I was probably in a rush, and

a

doctor gets to decide if it’s okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist,

to leave with him.

tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m already happy enough that you came here in person and gave