The Spare Wife

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

“What are you looking at?” Abigail’s face held a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

She wasn’t sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

“Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?” Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn’t intend to have a deep conversation with Sean and was about to head back.

“Let’s take a stroll?” Sean approached her.

“No need, I still have work to finish.” She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmother wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital for too long.

“You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would delay your work even more?” Sean gently held Abigail’s wrist without much thought.

Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

“Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice,” Sean said, pulling her toward the exit.

“This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!” Abigail freed herself from Sean’s grasp.

“Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross–industry designers,” Sean said, pulling Abigail’s hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at once and followed Sean.

“Taking a walk?” The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

man was engrossed in scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging a

the woman.

followed Sean, listening to the

work? I’m still counting on the compensation to buy a new house in the city,” the

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husband.

what can they do if a few holdouts refuse?” The man’s

the whole village will suffer if we

Abigail listened in silence,

a nice way?” The man grew impatient and

her lips and fell

wondered why he was so upset. He had such a bad temper. It was surprising that he could find a

Sean suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s

She suspected that Sean was

Sean hastened his

was pulled along, and they

the woman murmured, “Being young is a wonderful

a hint of envy in

a lush riverside with a dense clump of bushes, where fireflies

quite rare,” Sean

was really hard

her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to

in

tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn’t have

The couple approached them.

seen them before?” the woman smiled and asked Abigail and

Abigail smiled in

are many of them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer,”

gone. “What she said

suddenly said, “I have to go back. I just thought of a