The Spare Wife

Abigail felt relieved. As soon as she entered her room, she began working on her design drawings.

On the other hand, Scarlett and Lawrence sat in the living room. Lawrence lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly.

“Does she always work late at night?” he asked Sean when lighting the cigarette. His heart was filled with guilt and self-reproach, for Abigail didn’t have to work so hard.

“This is what she’s passionate about, and she’s only putting in this effort for a year or two. Once the studio stabilizes, she won’t be designing as much, Sean explained to Lawrence.

Lawrence sighed. “But I feel really guilty. I haven’t taken good care of her.”

“Just take care of her from now on. Anyway, let’s discuss the family reunion banquet. Sean didn’t. have that much emotional concern, for he believed that Abigail was currently in her best state.

She found her passion and a career to pursue. Even if they got married in the future and had children, he would fully support her in her career if she chose to continue working.

“I’ve decided to hold the family reunion banquet at the Giovanni Hotel, a five-star hotel here. The banquet hall there is large and can accommodate many people. I want to invite everyone I know,” Lawrence said with great enthusiasm.

“Reserving a five-star hotel two months in advance can be quite expensive every day,” Sean reminded him. Though he wasn’t stingy, he thought it wasn’t necessary.

“Money is not a problem. This amount is nothing.” Lawrence was very generous.

Yet Sean pressed his glabella. “With that money, we could rent a venue, and we could decorate it ourselves. No matter how good the hotel is, even if it’s a five-star hotel, it’s still just a hotel.”

“I think that’s a good idea. We can hire a professional venue designer and rent a suitable space.” Scarlett expressed her satisfaction with his idea.

the plan. Lawrence had

now the chief financial officer of Pearson Group, was the

nodded in agreement and didn’t say

morning, Abigail got up and went downstairs.

said with an

started speaking, Scarlett, who was busy in the kitchen, quickly

at the girl but didn’t pay

you’re awake. I made pasta for you. If you want to eat, I’ll prepare them for you right away.” Scarlett heard that Abigail liked pasta, so she started making it in the early morning. Yet

Abigail replied and walked toward the dining

followed her into the dining room. “Do you know who I am? I’m Lily. You’re the Abigail who intentionally

and looked at Lily. “I’ll live wherever I want. Do you think you have the right to make

you’re impressive because you’ve designed clothes

out a contemptuous laugh. “What are you

flipped through it. “You went abroad, but you couldn’t even pass the Aktani

left

came out from the kitchen and

You dare shut my daughter

at him and saw his cold and

plate with pasta sauce. Under Vincent’s intense. gaze, she grew apprehensive and quickly walked into the