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.

her quietly, “Do you know what’s up

He was fine

hushed tones until Eric’s assistant walked past

Lewis quickly

the costumes for the actors, she went into the adjacent

female actors.

she saw

his hand, and when he

his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female

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

take a look and slowly

gloves I ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get cold, recharge them. The generators have enough

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

handed her the

want it?” Abigail

two steps back, his tone indifferent. “The car is right

a chance to speak, he

help but mutter to herself that her route

cold wind swept

hurriedly ducked into

had left.

some rest.

feel the warmth emanating from within. She swapped

have to worry

the scene, Abigail ventured out, umbrella in hand. However, something seemed off about the atmosphere on the

quietly folded up the umbrella

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