The Spare Wife

Chapter 87 We Are A Couple

Sean noticed that she was curled up like an ostrich, and he continued, “We are still a married couple, even on the show.”

Abigail pursed her lips and didn’t want to respond. Being a couple was something that only the two of them knew, and no one else did. When Joan slandered her, he never stepped forward to clarify that they were a married couple. He only mentioned this fact when they were in bed.

He looked at her and asked, “No response?”

“It’s still early. So, if you leave now, it won’t be a big deal even if someone sees you,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.

He

gave her a cold look. “Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”

Abigail struggled out of his embrace, pulled up the blanket, and sat up. She looked at him with a gentle expression. “That’s because I don’t want to cause Miss Smith any problem, and I don’t want anyone to question the show either.”

Sean snorted but didn’t say much because he could tell that Abigail was trying to please Luna wholeheartedly.

As he covered himself with the blanket, he didn’t bother paying attention to Abigail. When she saw how determined he was to stay, she was at a loss for words. So, she had no choice but to remain

silent and lie there with him.

time passed, she didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. By the time she woke up again, it was because her phone

eyes and found that Sean was no longer beside her. She presumed that he had returned to his room, so she reached for her phone and saw that

he’s

toward her with a casual tone. “If you feel any

on the phone, had a

she chuckled.

the bed, reaching out to pinch her chin. “Your face is so red. Could there still be traces of the drug in your system? It shouldn’t be; it’s

do!” Abigail

corner of his lips,

heart raced as she felt

up softly.

“He’s

be right there.” Abigail had never been so embarrassed in her

you,” Luna

freshened up in the bathroom, changed into different clothes, and then went

He was on a phone call when Abigail entered, and he raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile while intentionally raising his voice. “Mr. Graham, I won’t keep you on the line any longer. Miss Quinn is here, and we need to discuss

that his

serious. “Don’t

at the unconscious Victor on the couch,

yet, but there’s no need for you to be concerned about what he

still with a smile.