The Spare Wife

Chapter 167 Darling, Are You Asleep?

Sean held Abigail in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. “By the fact that you are telling me, it means you care about my opinion and you hope I’ll agree. It’s my fault for being jealous and making you unhappy. Please don’t be mad, alright?

Abigail furrowed her brows and pushed Sean away forcefully. She kept silent as she walked to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and lay down to cover her head. “Don’t say anything. I need my rest.”

She had no desire to communicate with him at the moment. The more she was caught up in his small acts of kindness, the easier it was for her to forget her place in his heart.

In the past, when he made decisions, she merely needed to comply with them silently. Now that he was treating her well, she was stubborn.

Sean frowned, walked over to the couch in front of the coffee table, and sat silently for a while. Then, he took his gloves and walked to the door to send a message to call his assistant over.

Once Cameron arrived, Sean opened the door and walked out. The door clicked softly as it closed behind him.

Abigail lifted the blanket and walked barefoot to the door to peer outside through the peephole.

After ensuring that he wasn’t outside, she went to retrieve Sean’s laptop and headed to the door. Then, she gently opened it and pushed the laptop out through the gap in the door.

Not far away was Sean, who didn’t notice what was going on, handing his gloves from his pocket to Cameron, whose attention was fully on him. “Deliver this to Josie and tell her that this was personally chosen by Abigail for her. Take the pair that Abigail gave her and deliver it to Eric with the message that it’s from Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Cameron replied, taking the gloves and heading off to execute the instructions.

his laptop had been thrown out, anger rose

Abigail wore soundproof earplugs, so

outside, Sean returned to his room clutching his laptop. Then, he texted

and furrowed his brows, contemplating for a moment before attempting a calmer approach. “It’s

as well before reluctantly asking, ‘Darling, are you

to disappear into thin

short nap and started to watch videos on fashion shows. This was her favorite type of video to watch, and every time she saw those beautiful clothes showcased by models, she felt at

again, and this time, she didn’t refuse him. She opened the door without any

my assistant return Eric’s gloves to him,” he said first,

later. “I gave the ones I bought to Josie and bought another pair of you. When you have a

things for Joan…” She started to

closed the door behind him. He took out his phone and. asked Abigail, “What would you like to eat? I can get my assistant

was somewhat worried

heeding her wishes, Sean placed an order while Abigail texted Eric. ‘Did you

replied,

explain herself. Ethically and logically speaking, she should do so since he had assisted her. Yet, she was also afraid of

deep in

Why do

Abigail replied as she glanced