The Spare Wife

Chapter 164 Eric Is Uneasy

“Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not? You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.

Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?”

He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.

Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.

Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.

“Pass me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his assistant, who was heating water for him.

He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.

One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.

Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.”

Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.”

She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.

Eric seemed different today, but she had no idea why.

quietly, “Do you know

He was fine

in hushed tones until

and Lewis quickly

for the actors, she

female actors.

out, she saw Sean walking over with

in his hand, and when he saw

for him to approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something to say, do it quickly. I only

bags of heating pads and thick socks. Put them on after you’re done with work, Sean said, handing the bags to

and slowly reached out to accept

ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

Sean forcefully handed her the umbrella. “You don’t even know how to

don’t want it?”

his tone indifferent. “The car is right over there. It’s

to speak, he turned and

to herself that

biting, cold wind swept

ducked into

had left. Abigail retreated to her designated

some rest.

boots. As she touched them, she could feel the warmth emanating from within. She swapped out her thick socks, applied a heating pad to her

to worry about her shoes getting

ventured out, umbrella in

folded up the umbrella and

a temper. He’s been so easygoing all along,” a supporting