The Spare Wife

Chapter 172 Let’s Spend New Year’s Eve Together

They finished work early on New Year’s Eve. Lewis had arranged a dinner at the hotel.

Abigail had a bit of alcohol. When she returned to her room after taking a shower, she noticed that it was snowing again outside.

Snowflakes were falling slowly outside the window. She had originally intended to make a video call to Analise, but after drinking a few rounds, it was already past 10.00PM.

She leaned against the window and watched a TV series. In a daze, she heard a knock on the door.

She paused the TV series and tilted her head to listen. After hearing the knocking sound again, she got up to open the door.

To her surprise, she found Sean outside. “Aren’t you spending New Year’s with your grandmother?”

“She’s already asleep, so I came over. It’s not even midnight yet, so I made it in time,” Sean said as he walked in.

He was wearing a cashmere coat with a scarf, and there were some water droplets on it. They must have melted from the snow.

Abigail closed the door and frowned. “It’s going to be hard to explain this to them now.”

“Just tell them that we’re a married couple then.” Sean turned and looked at Abigail.

She immediately replied, “No way.”

She seemed afraid of people finding out about their relationship as she didn’t even hesitate, but Sean thought that she was more afraid of Eric knowing about it.

At this thought, Sean was displeased. “Abigail, is it because I’m not presentable, or are you worried that our relationship will affect your interactions with people on the set?”

“Are you here to pick a fight with me?” Abigail’s face fell.

Sean wondered, Who’s trying to pick a fight?

Eve with you,

not like I

pinched

being serious and looked at him while asking, “Are

say something nice?” Sean frowned, but his

replied seriously, “I

his hand for a moment, then let go before taking her hand. He looked at her and said, “Do you just enjoy

no one would make you angry. You came here to be abused on your

reached out to touch her face again. “Was the

picky as you,” Abigail

Year together then.” Sean held her hand as they walked

for a moment and said, “You should get your own room, or how am I going to explain it

and then I’ll leave,” Sean said before wrapping his

didn’t refuse. She

was just ten minutes away from

drowsy and slowly slumped onto

at

struck midnight,

the window, only to see colorful fireworks

followed another. She watched

landed on

look at him and heard him ask, “Is it

you arrange this?” Abigail

face and asked,

fireworks,” she

face and pulled her into his

Abigail quickly stopped Sean’s advances as she fully understood

leaned against the couch and stared at her.

that.” She turned to look