The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Eric's Intentions?

The song she liked was actually quite obscure.

Coupled with the gloves and the date being so coincidental, she couldn't convince herself that it was just a coincidence.

"Too bad. Eric is really good-looking. Speaking of which, how is it between you and Sean?" Luna lowered her voice as she said that.

Abigail pondered for a moment before replying, "It's pretty good."

However, Sean's recent actions didn't touch her like they would have in the past.

"I have to go now. I'll call you tonight," Abigail said hurriedly as more actors started entering the trailet.

Eric saw her hang up and caught up with her.

"Happy New Year. His voice rang out beside Abigail.

Abigail placed her phone in her small backpack and looked up at him. "Happy New Year."

"We'll be wrapping up in about a month, and our roles will be almost done by then. I have a request," Eric said as he walked beside Abigail. His tone was gentle.

"What is it?" Abigail asked with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"My grandmother really likes the designs from your studio. She wants you to meet her in person when you have time to discuss a custom outfit for her 75th birthday." Eric said while staring at Abigail. He seemed nervous.

"I'm starting to suspect that you're promoting me everywhere." Abigail teased.

"Of course not. I'm not that bored." Eric chuckled.

Nevertheless, she agreed to his request.

Back at the set, they continued to work diligently, and two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Sean did not come to the set.

However, Abigail understood why.

He was busiest at the beginning of each year and he would be busy for at least a month or two before he could take a break.

We

In Pendorf.

Sean had just finished reading a report when Cameron walked in.

"How is the investigation going on the matter I asked you to look into?" Sean raised his eyes to look at him.

"The Davidsons have some connections with the Pearsons. The Pearsons have a stake in Instagram, making it easy for them to erase the trace of information related to Eric's throwaway account," Cameron replied respectfully.

Sean then picked up another report. "You should know that this evidence is not enough to convince Abigail."

It wouldn't be convincing to tell her that Eric had connections with a family that had a stake in Instagram. She would have a thousand counterarguments.

Cameron wanted to explain himself. He had investigated for nearly a month and only found this one piece of useful information.

"You couldn't replace anything else?" Sean asked as his voice turned cold.

"It's my incompetence." Cameron immediately admitted his mistake.

He had never said such words before, which made Sean think deeply. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke. "Investigate the Pearsons."

Did Eric erase the traces of his alternate account to lure Sean into a trap just because he didn't like Sean?

Moreover, as far as he knew, Eric didn't know that he and Abigail were married. In Eric's perception, he was just Abigail's cousin.

If Eric wanted to court Abigail, why would he try to sow discord between Sean and Abigail?

Upon thinking about how he hadn't contacted Abigail in a long time, he picked up his phone and called her.

Meanwhile, Abigail, who was resting in the trailer, received his call and answered it.

"What do you want?" Her tone was as cold as ever.

Sean was unhappy. "I haven't called you for so long, and you're so dismissive when I finally called?"

"I'm busy with work. Calling me is a waste of time," Abigail replied unkindly.

"Do you want to completely disown your husband?" Sean was about to fly into a rage.

Abigail, who was holding a hot water bottle, made a noncommittal sound.

"You heartless woman," Sean said coldly.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, or did you call just to chat?" Abigail raised her eyebrows.

"It's not that," he said as his voice softened. "Honey..."

"Stop... I can't stand that term." She quickly interrupted him.

His tone clearly conveyed his displeasure. "Can you just listen to me?"

"Speak normally, and I'll listen," Abigail said indifferently.

"Suppose Eric's intentions are not as simple as they seem?" Sean didn't have concrete evidence this time, so he couldn't say too much.

He didn't want Abigail to misunderstand him.

Sean's words reminded her of the doubts in her own heart.

"Tell me what you found. There's no need for assumptions. I need to hear the facts," she said calmly.

Actually, she was trying to gather information from Sean.

"It seems you don't completely trust Eric either. So why did you argue with me because of him?" He immediately guessed Abigail's intentions.

"Are

you going to tell me or not?" she asked as her voice turned colder.

"Eric knows some people who have a stake in Instagram, and it's easy for them to erase the traces of his throwaway account. Of course, you can choose to refute me." Sean preemptively blocked Abigail's possible arguments.

Abigail took a sip of hot water. "You think this person with a stake helped Eric erase the trace of his account, right?"

Sean replied, "Yes. This makes me wonder why he would target me. In his eyes, I'm your cousin. Even if he wants to pursue you, my status as your cousin should not be an obstacle."

"And then?" Abigail thought that what Sean said made a lot of sense.