The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 165 Sean Gets It Again

Josie affectionately leaned on Abigail’s shoulder. “The swelling has gone down. After we finish filming, I

want to get a custom-made dress from your studio!”

“Sure!” Abigail replied with a wide smile.

Eric’s face looked rather grim.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail and saw Eric’s expression, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

This guy used to keep his eyes on Abigail all day long, even sneaking glances at her during their runs.

What was up with him today?

Sean, ever watchful of Eric, remained cautious.

Abigail hadn’t been in her room for long before Sean arrived. He had ordered food from outside, and it

would be delivered soon.

The hotel provided meals for the crew, but Sean found it particularly unappetizing.

Sitting beside Abigail, he naturally took her hand. “I’m boiling hot water,” Abigail said, trying to pull her

hand back.

The frostbite she had pricked were no longer swollen and didn’t itch too much. The hot water was

mainly for soaking her feet, which she hadn’t had time for earlier. Now, they felt very uncomfortable

even when she sat down.

“I’ll check. You stay put.” Sean got up without hesitation and headed to the bathroom.

Abigail bit her lip. In the past, she would have been thrilled, but now, she just found it ironic.

Sean returned with the hot water. He tested it with his hand, jolting back from the scalding heat. He

frowned, saying, “This is too hot. Do you plan on making foot soup?

“It’ll be fine once I get used to it. Besides, this is my foot basin. Are you testing it with your hand?”

Abigail said deliberately to disgust him.

Sean suddenly smirked. “I’ve massaged your feet before, and I didn’t mind. Now you’re repulsed by

yourself?”

“I’m not repulsed by myself. My feet are perfectly nice feet,” Abigail said, preparing to soak her feel.

Sean picked up a napkin from the side and wiped his hands. “Indeed, they are.”

“You’re a pervert,” Abigail scolded, her face reddening.

Inattentive, she dipped her legs in too quickly, causing her body to jolt from the scalding heat. As a

result, she accidentally kicked the basin over.

The water splashed toward Sean’s legs.

“Abigail!” he roared, unable to bear the pain.

Abigail rolled to the corner of the couch, clutching a cushion. “Who told you to chat with me when I

needed to concentrate…”

Sean quickly kicked off his shoes. After getting scalded, his face reddened. He grabbed his soaking

pants and rolled up the hems.

Only when the pain subsided did he glare at Abigail. “Was this intentional?”

Abigail hugged the cushion, her face full of innocence. “It really wasn’t.”

Taking a deep breath, Sean took out his phone and messaged his assistant.

In no time, the assistant arrived.

“Get her another basin of hot water. It must be hotter this time. Then, have the hotel staff come and

clean up the floor. You wait outside. There will be a food delivery later,” Sean said. suppressing his

anger before leaving.

Abigail tucked her feet on the couch, smiling innocently at Sean’s assistant.

The assistant picked up the overturned basin from the floor and entered the bathroom.

Abigail soaked her feet, and the diligent assistant helped the hotel staff clean the room.

Sean came over, but the takeout had yet to arrive.

He was a bit impatient, and when he called the restaurant, he found out that the delivery was delayed

due to the difficult road conditions in the snow.

“I’ll have to wait for half an hour for the delivery. The food will be cold by then,” Sean said angrily.

“I’ll go pick it up. Just send me the address,” the assistant said while stepping forward.

Abigail couldn’t help but say, “The roads are slippery. Be careful. If it’s too dangerous, don’t go.”

“It’s alright, Mrs. Graham. I’ll be careful driving,” the assistant replied.

“Go ahead and be safe, Sean said.

As the assistant left, Abigail said with dissatisfaction, “I know you’re anxious, but in weather like this,

don’t rush them. What if they get into an accident because they’re in a hurry?”

“You care about others but don’t seem to care if I get scalded.” Sean sat beside her, his face cold.

Abigail shrank back, feeling terrified.

Seeing her instinctive reaction, Sean intended to hold her hand, but he changed his mind and gently

touched her hair instead. “I was worried that your food would

“I can eat anything. I’m not picky,” Abigail answered emotionlessly.

“Give me your hand,” Sean instructed.

Abigail reached out with her hand.

get cold.”

After dinner, Sean massaged Abigail’s feet until they were no longer itchy, then returned to his

room.

Snuggled in the warm blankets, Abigail felt a sense of fullness in her heart.

Yet, she was also conflicted.

What exactly was her relationship with Sean now?

She decided that she couldn’t easily forgive Sean.

What had happened at his house was still vivid in her memory. She couldn’t let her guard down just

because Sean showed some good qualities.

Lost in her thoughts, she dozed off.

On the contrary, Eric couldn’t fall asleep.

As soon as Sean lay down, he received a message from his assistant.

*Eric is outside, completely soaked.”

It was snowing heavily at night, and Eric was actually out in the snow? Sean replied to the message.

“If he catches a cold, call a doctor immediately and let Lewis know.”

Everyone wanted to finish this shoot as soon as possible, but he suddenly went out into the snow! If he

got sick, he would delay the progress of the crew, and Abigail would have to freeze along with him!