The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

"What are you looking at?" Abigail's face held a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

She wasn't sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

"Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?" Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn't intend to have a deep conversation with Sean and was about to head back.

"Let's take a stroll?" Sean approached her.

"No need, I still have work to finish." She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmother wouldn't have to stay in the hospital for too long.

"You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would delay your work even more?" Sean gently held Abigail's wrist without much thought. Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

"Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice," Sean said, pulling her toward the exit.

"This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!" Abigail freed herself from Sean's grasp.

"Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross-industry designers," Sean said, pulling Abigail's hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at once and followed Sean.

"Taking a walk?" The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

The man was engrossed in scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging a few words with

the woman.

Abigail awkwardly followed Sean, listening to the couple's casual chatter.

"Do you think the plan to turn our village into a tourist village will really work? I'm still counting on the compensation to buy a new house in the city," the woman, fanning herself, asked her

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husband.

"They want to demolish all the houses in the village. But what can they do if a few holdouts refuse?" The man's tone was indifferent.

"We should try to persuade those holdouts. Otherwise, the whole village will suffer if we don't get the compensation," the woman continued. Sean and Abigail listened in silence, not offering any comments.

"What are you talking about? Why should we persuade them in a nice way?" The man grew impatient and snapped at the woman. The woman pursed her lips and fell silent.

Abigail wondered why he was so upset. He had such a bad temper. It was surprising that he could replace a wife.

At this moment, Sean suddenly took Abigail's hand, whispering, "Let's walk faster."

"Why?" Abigail lowered her voice. She suspected that Sean was deliberately showing affection in front of others.

"Just walk faster." Sean hastened his steps.

Abigail was pulled along, and they jogged on.

As they passed by the couple, the woman murmured, "Being young is a wonderful thing."

There was a hint of envy in her tone.

Sean led Abigail to a lush riverside with a dense clump of bushes, where fireflies were fluttering.

"This is quite rare," Sean said to Abigail.

Nowadays, it was really hard to see fireflies,

Abigail took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Luna.

"I've never seen fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in the countryside," Abigail said to Sean after sending the photo.

"Quinn Village used to be a tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn't have been fireflies," Sean explained.

The couple approached them.

"You haven't seen them before?" the woman smiled and asked Abigail and Sean.

"No." Abigail smiled in reply.

"There are many of them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer," the woman said, still fanning herself, and walked away with her husband. Sean and Abigail waited until they were gone. "What she said is actually correct. Fireflies don't like crowded places,"

Abigail watched the fireflies and suddenly said, "I have to go back. I just thought of a design idea."

"You should think about a design for me too." Sean quickly spoke when he saw her leaving.

"You figure out how to keep these fireflies here, whether artificially or naturally."

Abigail hurried back.

She had designed starry skies and oceans before, but she had never thought about fireflies as she had never seen them.

However, today, when she saw them, she felt like they were like the Milky Way, beautiful and full of vitality.

So, she had the idea to design a dress like that.

"You're right." Sean walked beside her, thinking that her idea was really good.

Rearing fireflies were out of the question, but they could consider keeping fireflies in captivity.

But for now, it was just an idea. Dealing with the few holdouts in the village was the priority now. They demanded high compensation and had terrible attitudes, especially since they had elders at home. Thus, t "What do you think? How should I talk to the holdouts?" Sean walked beside Abigail, looking for conversation.

"I'm not a negotiation expert. Don't ask me, and don't disturb me. I'm thinking of ideas," Abigail said to Sean.

Sean walked up to her and tilted his head to look at her. "Why are you so serious?"

Abigail pushed him lightly. "Don't talk! Don't interrupt my thoughts."

Sean gave a low 'oh' and suddenly reached out to pinch her cheek.

Abigail glared at him.

"I didn't say anything," Sean immediately said.

Abigail could only shake her head in disbelief.

She furrowed her brows at him. "What are you doing? If you have nothing to do, think of how to deal with those holdouts."

Sean silently smirked.

Cultivating feelings with Abigail was the important thing he needed to focus on now.