The Spare Wife

Chapter 109 It’s Your Handwriting

Abigail emerged from the bathroom and found Scan fixated on the draft on the coffee table. A sense of uncase gripped her, and she blurted out, “How’d you get in?”

His focus was abruptly shattered. He turned to her and then walked over to pick up the draft. “Kevin gave me a key card, so I let myself in. Why is there a problem with that?”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. A moment later, she calmly asked, “Why did Kevin give you the key card? What made him think I wouldn’t let you in?”

Ignoring her question, Sean studied the draft. Abigail tightened her towel and approached him, her nerves under control. “So, what do you think of the changes?”

“Why is the paper filled with your handwriting?” He held the draft and looked at her. Her hair was‘ still wet, and water droplets trailed down her collarbone. He found himself captivated by that, momentarily lost in thought. She spoke, but her voice seemed distant.

“Ms. Smith wants me to pick up the design. She’ll let me write all the elements of the design she comes up with to nurture my creativity.”

What Abigail said wasn’t registering with Sean. He put the draft down and examined the altered dress. It was beautiful, but it didn’t quite capture his attention like that single droplet of water sliding down her body. She walked closer to him. The scent of her shampoo was intoxicating. Everything she did seemed to leave an impression on him, and he didn’t mind.

In a whimsical gesture, he picked her up in a princess carry and looked at her. “Are you doing this

on purpose?”

words and retorted, “You barged into my room, and now you’re accusing me

playfully tossed her onto

him. “I haven’t dried my

your bed wet, you can sleep in my room,” Sean

doubts that arose after seeing the draft were washed away by the tenderness

night.

Luna. Luna looked at her and smiled. “Did the draft keep you up all night? Is it

room last night with a key card. He saw the draft and the altered dress on the table.

Luna gasped. “So, he…”

then leaned closer and confided

seduce Sean.

view. Carefully, he began, “I ran into Nina in the garden at five in the morning. She was acting suspicious and became quite nervous when

“You were up at

You mentioned wanting competition, so I panicked and spent the entire night working on designs. I decided to take a stroll

She guided Abigail to a seat. After everyone settled in, Victor grumbled, “You’re still modifying your design, Damian? The show’s in two days. Don’t give me something embarrassing,