The Spare Wife

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 “Grandma came?” When Luna understood what was going on, she was surprised at first, but then she quickly pouted. “Are you thinking of faking it forever? Grandma is quite smart, you know.” Of course, Abigail knew that. She said in exasperation, “We’ll keep that up for now. She’s been in ill health lately, and she lost quite a lot of weight. She came over just to see if Sean and I are getting along, so if I told her that Sean and I filed a divorce, she wouldn’t be able to take it. I want to spend a few more years with her, after all.” Luna rubbed her chin, then pointed out, “Hm, then you have to remind Sean to stay away from Homewrecker Palmer. If not, if he was found cheating on you, everyone will be hospitalized.” Ana lise might seem gentle, but if anyone dared to bully Abigail, she would fight tooth and nail for her granddaughter. When Abigail was around five years old, she was almost kidnapped. Ana lise was the one who held a scythe in her hand and ran after the kidnappers relentlessly. The kidnappers ran out of energy in the chase, so they had no choice but to abandon Abigail. In the end, they were beaten up by Ana lise. If the police hadn’t held the older woman back, those people might already be dead. Ever since then, everyone in the area knew that Ana lise wasn’t one to be messed with, so Abigail was also affected by the reputation. Not many would

dare to pick on Abigail in all those years. Abigail chuckled. “The house I’m living in is on a higher floor. Can you keep a lookout for a small house with nice surroundings that is on a lower floor in the All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

community? Now that she’s here, I don’t intend on letting her go home, so I want to let her live in a more comfortable place. I’ll transfer the money to you later.” Luna agreed decisively. “Your grandma is as good as mine. Don’t worry about the house. I promise I’ll get it done.” Abigail felt her heart warming up. “If Grandma meets you, she’ll be so happy.” Luna said in glee, “Of course! Who would hate a capable and cool go ddaughter? I haven’t met Grandma in a while, so I miss her too.” Abigail smiled. “You’re so arrogant.” It was time to clock out. Sean’s phone call came right on the dot. Abigail frowned as she rubbed her sore neck, then answered it hesitantly. “What’s the matter?” “I’m waiting for you at the entrance of your studio.” Sean’s voice was calm. Abigail was stunned for a moment before she remembered Sean promising Ana lise in the morning that they would go home together at night. Sean was cooperating with her, but she forgot all about it. She didn’t even gather her stuff before she grabbed her laptop and ran outside. “Coming.” Sean was sitting in the car when he saw Abigail walking out on her high heels, her laptop in hand. Her long hair was tied up in a low bun, and a strand of hair near her temple hung messily over her ear. She looked completely different from the always-exquisite Mrs. Graham she used to be. Seeing that Abigail was getting into the car, Sean subconsciously picked up the folder he had placed at the side. “Thank you,” Abigail said politely, “Have you been here for long?” An awkward look flashed across Sean’s eyes as he quickly looked away. “I just arrived.” It was only then that Abigail felt less anxious. She rarely spent time alone with

Sean like this, so she felt somewhat awkward. She decisively placed her laptop on her lap and continued working on her drafts. Sean glanced at it to find that it was a clothing design. A clothing design, huh? “Why the sudden interest in fashion design?” Abigail’s heart ski pped a beat. She almost forgot she had asked Luna to hide her identity under the alias Alana. She didn’t know if Sean could understand the drafts, either. She closed her laptop quietly. “I studied fashion design in the past, and now that I’m in the field, I picked it up again.” Sean looked at her intently. “Are you close to Alana?” Abigail feared that she would slip up if she said too much, so she replied with one word, “Yes.” She didn’t have the intention to continue the conversation, and Sean didn’t know what to say for a moment. He wasn’t very familiar with fashion design. In the past, they would either meet on the bed or on the way to bed. When Abigail didn’t continue the conversation, the vibe turned a little awkward. Fortunately, Cameron, who was in the front seat, turned around in time to ease the awkwardness. “Mr. Graham, we have the weekly company assembly at 8.00AM tomorrow. Then, you’ll patrol the company from 9.30AM to 12.00PM, and at noon… At noon…” “Speak.” When Sean saw Cameron suddenly hesitating, he frowned and urged the latter to continue. “M-Miss Palmer invited you to lunch.” With that, Cameron couldn’t help but observe Abigail’s reaction through the rearview mirror. Cameron shouldn’t have said anything. “Decline all the meal appointments for the next few days,” Sean answered nonchalantly, but his gaze drifted over to Abigail. He also wanted to see her

reaction. Abigail was expressionless, as if Sean had an appointment with a random stranger. Sean’s relatively gentle expression instantly turned cold. Cameron knew that Sean was upset, and for a moment, he wanted to cry. I seem to have said something wrong. However, the two were too awkward around each other. One of them stayed mum about going to the studio entrance early on, whereas the other said nothing when she heard that Sean had a meal appointment with another woman. He felt like an unnecessary mouthpiece. Ah! I’m so done!