The Spare Wife

Chapter 165 Sean Gets It Again

Josie affectionately leaned on Abigail’s shoulder. “The swelling has gone down. After we finish filming, I want to get a custom-made dress from your studio!”

“Sure!” Abigail replied with a wide smile.

Eric’s face looked rather grim.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail and saw Eric’s expression, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. This guy used to keep his eyes on Abigail all day long, even sneaking glances at her during their runs. What was up with him today?

Sean, ever watchful of Eric, remained cautious.

Abigail hadn’t been in her room for long before Sean arrived. He had ordered food from outside, and it would be delivered soon.

The hotel provided meals for the crew, but Sean found it particularly unappetizing.

Sitting beside Abigail, he naturally took her hand. “I’m boiling hot water,” Abigail said, trying to pull her hand back.

The frostbite she had pricked were no longer swollen and didn’t itch too much. The hot water was mainly for soaking her feet, which she hadn’t had time for earlier. Now, they felt very uncomfortable even when she sat down.

“I’ll check. You stay put.” Sean got up without hesitation and headed to the bathroom.

Abigail bit her lip. In the past, she would have been thrilled, but now, she just found it ironic.

Sean returned with the hot water. He tested it with his hand, jolting back from the scalding heat. He frowned, saying, “This is too hot. Do you plan on making foot soup?

“It’ll be fine once I get used to it. Besides, this is my foot basin. Are you testing it with your hand?” Abigail said deliberately to disgust him.

Sean suddenly smirked. “I’ve massaged your feet before, and I didn’t mind. Now you’re repulsed by yourself?”

“I’m not repulsed by myself. My feet are perfectly nice feet,” Abigail said, preparing to soak her feel.

picked up a napkin from the side

Abigail scolded, her face

her legs in too quickly, causing her body to jolt from

water splashed toward

he roared, unable to bear

to the corner of the couch, clutching a cushion. “Who told you to chat with me when

getting scalded, his face reddened. He grabbed

did he

cushion, her face full of

took out his phone and

time,

and clean up the floor. You wait outside. There will be a food delivery later,” Sean said. suppressing his anger

her feet on the couch, smiling innocently at

overturned basin

the diligent assistant

the

impatient, and when he called the restaurant, he found out that the delivery was delayed due

half an hour for the delivery. The food will be cold by then,”

me the address,” the assistant

roads are slippery. Be careful.

I’ll be careful driving,” the

be

like this, don’t rush them. What if they get into an accident because they’re in a

care if I get scalded.” Sean

back,

Sean intended to hold her hand, but he changed his mind and gently touched her hair instead. “I was worried that your food

anything. I’m not picky,”

me your hand,” Sean