The Spare Wife

Chapter 107 Nice Straw You Have There

Excited, the audience started donating in droves. The chatroom was exploding with all kinds of messages and donations. Sean ate slowly, and he would frown from time to time. He had never eaten octopus tentacles before, nor had he ever cooked any, but he was a good cook. He thought the food was good, but it was not as good as his usual seafood. Maybe they put too much seasoning.

Abigail noticed the frown, and she explained, “That’s how it is with barbecue. Seasoning is king. It’s not as good as authentic seafood, but a lot of people like it. It’s stress relieving eating this.”

Sean flipped the skews around. He asked calmly, “Do you like barbecue, then?”

Abigail paused for a moment, then she said, “It’s alright.”

Sean looked down. Naturally, he said, “What kind of food do you prefer? I’ll make them for you.”

A strange feeling welled in Abigail’s heart, but then she was reminded of everything Sean did for Joan, and that feeling died. Coolly, she said, “Anything’s fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Sean looked at her, but he said nothing more. Abigail was silent, and so was Sean. She stood beside Sean, sprinkling seasoning onto the barbecued food before placing them on the table. It looked sweet from the outside, but Abigail knew that everything she and Sean were doing was just an act for them to de–escalate the situation.

He stepped back for Joan, while she did it for the prize money and Victor. They were acting like they were in love for the camera all to assuage the guilt they had for each other. They wanted to act

like their relationship was still healthy. However, Abigail gave it a bit of thought and realized that

Not ever. If it weren’t for

show and put on this

She thought things were getting a

so she asked, “How’s

heal up

nothing more. Sean frowned. He wondered why Abigail

enough? Is she still mad? Sean felt parched, and he got annoyed. “Get me

of soda.”

of soda. A moment later, she put a straw into the bottle. Seeing that, Sean looked at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate

plates and served the food. Every table had a bit of food at the moment. Sean approached the longest table on the set, holding his soda. Abigail placed a

She took a

you.”

were dry. While Sean

food. There wasn’t any

gave her some ice. Abigail took it and gulped

a kebab and munched on it. That eased her up. “Nice afternoon tea. Must

session so

her chair and narrowed her eyes happily. “You’re relaxed, but someone isn’t. Cut her own hand but