The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 578

Chapter 578 Love Is Bullcrap

Abigail remained silent, offering no response to Scan. She hadn't prepared an answer yet. However, he showed no urgency. Thus, they walked hand in hand for approximately an hour. Eventually, she stopped as she was too tired to keep walking.

"Let's go home. I'm tired." She was even wearing heels during their walk.

"How about I give you a piggyback ride to the car?" he asked with a smirk.

Abigail instantly pulled her hand away from Sean's as disdain was written all over her face. "It's not like I can't walk. Can you stop being so embarrassing?'

"I'm just worried you might hurt yourself. You have a trade show to attend tomorrow, right? You'll have to stand for hours, won't you?" His voice remained as gentle as before.

"I don't know," she replied blandly.

"Wait here, then. I'll have the driver bring the car over." He spoke while taking out his phone.

As she was thoroughly exhausted, she decided to replace a place to rest while waiting.

"Next time, you need to wear comfortable sneakers instead," he commented.

"I'm already used to it." Abigail did not care about her image in the past, but ever since she became the head of L. Moon and had to attend all sorts of events, she eventually paid more attention to her appearance. After a few short months, she was now unable to forget about how she looked. She was used to getting dressed up before leaving home.

After messaging the driver, Sean did not say a word in response to her comments.

If he had not hurt her or done all those things to her, would she now be a designer who preferred to stay home and work on her designs instead of running all over the place? According to his memory, she used to be so casual. When they were about to get married, he had gifted her numerous outfits, but she now seldom wore them. Since he never included her in the events he attended, the dresses he had purchased remained untouched.

A sense of melancholy began to settle over Sean. Gradually, numerous small memories reminiscent of those in their marriage came back to him. He was starting to recognize the extent of his deceitful behavior. He had only agreed to marry Abigail because he deeply loved her.

After getting in the car, she pulled out her tablet and looked at the map of tomorrow's trade show.

"Abigail. Suddenly, he placed his hand over the tablet, blocking her view of the map.

She scowled at him. "What are you doing? I'm busy!"

"I was thinking, if we never got a divorce, would you have remained an unknown designer?" Sean asked, looking at Abigail. "You wouldn't be running around in high heels while wearing fancy outfits. You'd just be a dutiful and loving wife, right?"

She silently squinted as she delved into her memories, then pushed his hand aside, saying, "I don't know. My past mindset has slipped from my memory."

A year was not a long time, but after a year of constant work, she felt like the person she was back then was a completely different woman. When she looked back now, the woman she was a year ago seemed like a young girl in comparison.

"I have forgotten about that woman I was a year ago, Sean," she solemnly stated. "I don't even remember what she looked like."

A bitter feeling rose in him as he turned to look out the window. "You were an amazing woman, yet I forced you to go through all that suffering."

"I'm quite grateful. You've played a significant role in shaping who I am today," Abigail expressed with a smile. She hesitated, wondering if Sean's past kindness was genuine. "You made me realize that love is meaningless." Her words were another stab in the heart for him.

He placed a hand over his chest and did not say a word.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm working," she declared.

He leaned back in his seat and observed her. The waves of dissatisfaction and upset he felt kept crashing over him, but there was no way he could resolve those feelings.

As the car stopped in front of L.Moon, Sean quietly watched Abigail enter the building, releasing a deep sigh. Although she had welcomed him back into her life, it appeared that Analise influenced her decision. Their interactions were marked by notable tranquility and composure, lacking the enthusiasm Josh and Luna shared. Even during their conflicts, Josh and Luna would always replace a way to reconcile and move forward happily.

On the other hand, it seemed that Abigail was only dating Sean as a gesture of gratitude for his role in saving Luna. This realization left him feeling somewhat disheartened and sullen.

Early the next morning, Abigail was dragging her luggage out of L. Moon when Sean's car stopped in front of her.

It was only 4.30AM.

She stared at him in shock. "Why are you here so early?"

"My girlfriend is going away on a business trip. If I don't send you off, am I still a man?" he asked as he opened the car door.

When he saw that she was wearing heels, he felt a pang in his heart. "I really wish you wouldn't

wear heels. You might have to be on your feet the entire day."

"Stop talking and open the trunk." She walked over with her luggage behind her.

Sean got out of the car and lifted Abigail's bag to store it in the trunk. "Get in first. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I have. Grandma woke up early to make me breakfast," she replied as she ducked into the car.

Once the luggage bag was stowed away, Sean headed back inside the car. Looking at her, he asked, "Has she been making you breakfast every time you went on a trip?"

"Yes. She refuses to listen to me," she replied softly.

Honestly speaking, she understood what Analise was feeling. Analise was constantly afraid that Abigail would one day leave for good. Then, she would have no more opportunities to cook for Abigail. Abigail had been traveling all over the place in the past year, and she actually had not spent much time at L.Moon.