The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 383 He Likes Abigail

Chapter 383 He Likes Abigail

Eric shook his head.

"I honestly didn't dig too deep. I only heard that some of the students had to pay to join the show," he said.

Abigail thought he was the one who called Tristan, resulting in a sudden change of heart. However, it was not him.

Still, she could make an educated guess.

"That's right. Gabe and Miranda had to pay 30 thousand," she said, nodding.

"Leo went to Team C, so he had to have paid more for the show, Eric said, analyzing the matter.

"Perhaps." She cared more about what punishment Tristan had in mind for her team.

It was clear he wanted to teach her a lesson. Even if he failed today, there was still tomorrow.

"Abigail," Eric awkwardly said upon realizing she was not interested in discussing the leaks.

She had been thinking about returning to her room to rest when she noticed the strange tone in his voice. So, she turned to look at him and asked, "What is it?"

"My grandmother wants to talk to you about the birthday outfit. She has been feeling very guilty about it. When she heard you'll be in Capitalis for a show, she demanded I bring you to her," he hesitantly answered with embarrassment on his face.

Of course, he would never tell her that Maisy wanted to meet her because she wanted to know more about the woman he liked.

"That's inappropriate," Abigail swiftly said, denying the request.

"She knows that the engagement is fake," he hurriedly explained.

"Unfortunately, your announcement was public. I don't want any trouble," she honestly stated.

When he heard her response, he slumped over in disappointment. "Okay, but what if she comes. to you instead? We can share a meal in this hotel's restaurant."

She stared at him in shock. "Why is she so insistent on meeting me? She's not that young. How can you let her go around like that?"

"You worry too much. She's very healthy and strong. She might even be fitter than you," he replied with a smile.

"I'll let you organize the meal then."

Since Maisy was even willing to come to the hotel just to meet Abigail, it would be rude for Abigail to continue rejecting the invitation. Moreover, Eric had helped her quite a lot. She could not be too blunt in her rejections.

"Okay." He immediately grinned with joy.

Back in her room. Abigail received a message from Damon.

'Gabe Grant and Miranda Cooke were born and raised in Capitalis. Their families are quite well-to-do, but they're just ordinary students with clean backgrounds. They're safe. So, Abigail sent Gabe a reply to her request after thanking him.

You have a good eye for colors, but your designs aren't very innovative. It's fine, though. Apply to L.Moon when the time comes. The innovation and creativity can come later. After all, she knew she needed to spend a little extra time teaching from the moment she was ready to take in a few students.

Gabe's reply was prompt, and it was clear how thrilled she was.

That afternoon, Eric called for Maisy to arrive at the restaurant.

They would be dining in the only restaurant in the hotel. Nevertheless, everyone who stayed in the hotel was quite high in society.

Thus, when Eric led Maisy into the hotel, they attracted quite a lot of attention.

The duo soon vanished from view as they headed into one of the private rooms that could be booked for a rather hefty sum.

Abigail had been waiting inside for a while.

When Maisy walked into the room to replace Abigail standing by the table, she froze for a moment.

"What is it?" Eric softly asked her.

Maisy spent a few long moments examining Abigail before snapping out of her thoughts to exclaim with excited eyes, "She looks just like your Aunt Scarlett."

He glanced at Abigail, who was calmly watching them, and softly replied, "She only looks like Aunt Scarlett. Don't think too hard about it."

"Hello, Madam Walsh," Abigail politely greeted when Maisy eventually sat down.

Maisy had not looked away from Abigail from the moment she walked in. There was warmth in her gaze as she nodded and said to Abigail, "I'm very sorry for what happened with the gown. I've always wanted a dress designed by you, but I never said anything because I didn't want to trouble you."

After what happened, she was aware that her request would sound like an oppressive demand.

"It's fine," Abigail replied. She had already redesigned the dress and sold it off.

Meanwhile, Eric had been focused on the menu. After he ordered a few dishes, he handed the menu to Abigail with an embarrassed smile. "Order anything you want. Don't hold back."

When Maisy saw the clumsy way Eric was acting, she realized that he had truly fallen in love with Abigail.

After all, she had never seen Eric be so cautious and aware of another person before.

"Okay." Abigail accepted the menu and lowered her head to flip through it..

Deep inside, Maisy sighed. It was a shame that Abigail did not like him. It looked like Eric had a long way to go.

When he looked up to replace Maisy watching him and Abigail with a grin on her face, he instantly blushed. "What dishes would you like to order, Grandmother?"

"Order for me. You know what I like," she responded as her face glowed with love.

Eric nodded and focused on the menu while a faint smile lingered on the edges of his lips.

Sean soon heard from Damon about the meal Abigail, Eric, and Maisy enjoyed together.

"Book a flight to Capitalis." Sean could no longer sit still.

Eric was already introducing Abigail to his family.

Did Abigail not understand propriety? Eric's engagement with the Pearsons' daughter had not. been finalized yet. So, why was she meeting up with his family? Sean knew he had no right to criticize Abigail, but the fury building within him just could not be stopped.

Cameron booked a flight for Sean and muttered, "Should I tell Mr. Stewart?"

After all, Kevin had been the one behind the ideas lately.

Sean was rightfully worried Kevin would stop him, so he blankly replied, "No."