The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 125 Face–Off

Sitting in the most famous rooftop restaurant in the bustling city of Pendorf, Abigail shared a brief

conversation with Lewis about work. However, he quickly became engrossed in discussing the script

with someone else and left her feeling somewhat redundant.

Anthony, sitting next to her, held two glasses of wine and handed one to her. “This one is called

Passion Coast. Give it a try.”

“It seems like Director Lewis doesn’t have anything important to discuss with me right now. I think

I should go home. If there’s any work–related matter, you can talk to me during the day. My

grandmother will worry if I don’t go back soon,” she said as she held the glass and smiled at

Anthony.

He checked the diamond–studded watch on his wrist and raised an eyebrow. “It’s only 8.30PM. I’ll‘

send you home at 9.30PM. How about that?”

She hesitated a bit. “I’m a marri-

“Mr. Booker!” An excited voice interrupted her.

Both turned their heads to see a middle–aged man approaching with a glass of wine, after which

Abigail let out a sigh of exasperation.

Anthony leaned back in his chair, his tone somewhat lazy. “Mr. Townsend, you’re dining here as

well?”

“Yes. I just dropped by and didn’t expect to see you here,” Donovan Townsend said as he looked at

Abigail and flashed a more ingratiating smile. “Is this your wife? She’s delicate and beautiful, like a

white lily.”

Anthony chuckled and clinked his glass of liquor against Donovan’s glass. “Nah, Mr. Townsend, she’s

my junior. Enjoy your meal; my treat for your table.”

Donovan politely accepted the offer and quickly left as though he wanted to give the couple some

private space.

Anthony looked at Abigail with uncontained delight in his voice. “Don’t mind them, Abby. These people

are just gossipy. Try the Passion Coast. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Just as she was about to take a sip, a familiar voice sounded behind her. “Mr. Booker, it’s been a long

time. How have you been?”

Anthony turned his head and saw a man exuding an icy aura. He smiled warmly. “Mr. Graham, long

time no see. I’ve been well.”

Abigail instinctively glanced behind her.

Sean was dressed in a white suit with a black shirt and a gray–blue checkered tie. He stood in the

dimly lit open–air restaurant and looked exceptionally outstanding. It was the first time she had seen

him in a white suit, and it left her feeling somewhat dazed.

Sensing her gaze, he calmly fixed his eyes on her. “You’re out so late. Are you still socializing?”

Anthony knew Sean had a close relationship with Abigail, but he did not suspect anything beyond that.

Sean’s casual question, however, made Anthony squint his eyes involuntarily.

“Yes, I’m socializing. Are you here to socialize as well?” Abigail pretended not to know him well. After

all, Sean did not want anyone to know about their marriage, so she did not want to reveal how close

they actually were.

“Abby, how about inviting Mr. Graham to join us for a chat? After all, there was some

unpleasantness during the program, and he didn’t hold you accountable for it. You should thank him

properly,” Anthony suggested.

Sean’s gaze turned cold, but he maintained his composure. “My relationship with Miss Quinn on the

show was extraordinary. Everyone with eyes could see that. Why would you think I would hold

her accountable?”

Abigail felt a bit confused by their conversation. What are they doing?

Meanwhile, Lewis could sense the tension between the two powerful men as they lowered their

voices.

Anthony nodded with a smile. “Yes. Abby has become more courageous. Just like what Mr. Townsend

said carlier, she used to be delicate, like a white lily.”

Sean smiled somewhat inscrutably. “Is that so? If the production team has angered the gentle Miss

Quinn, wouldn’t it be necessary to apologize to her properly?”

Without giving Abigail a chance to speak, Anthony continued, “Speaking of which, your friend Joan

hasn’t apologized to Alana and L.Moon yet.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Abigail politely told Anthony, “If we’re not discussing work tonight, I should

head home. My grandmother isn’t feeling well, and since I finally wrapped up my work, I want to spend

more time with her.”

“I’ll send you back.” He offered immediately.

Sean watched Abigail intently, and she politely declined. “Thank you, but you’ve been drinking, and it’s

not suitable for you to drive. I can get a car myself. Anthony, I appreciate everything tonight. Let’s have

dinner together when we have time. Director Lewis is still here, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to

leave.”

Anthony reluctantly agreed. “Alright, Abby. Be careful on your way home. Watch out for perverts.”

Sean cast a faintly mocking glance at him as his lips curved with sarcasm. Me? Pfft.

Meanwhile, Abigail picked up her bag and left. Her graceful figure disappeared down the staircase

before Sean turned to his seat. He took out his phone and sent her a message with a dark.

expression. ‘Wait for me at the intersection near your home. I’ll be down in a while. Abigail, if you

don’t show up, you know the consequences.‘

When she saw his message, she knew he was angry. He could have fun outside, but the woman at

home still had to remain pure for him.