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 Joan’s debut,

and put

She thought things were getting a bit awkward between her

asked, “How’s

It’ll heal

more. Sean frowned. He wondered

Is she still mad? Sean

of soda.”

that, Sean looked at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate beside him and grabbed Abigail’s hand. He sucked on the straw and

up the 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

a look, and she thought it looked awkward. She took a seat beside Luna. Luna huddled

you.”

were dry. While Sean was grilling, she had to move

There wasn’t any time to

her and gave her some ice. Abigail took it and

munched on it. That eased

session

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