The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Bold and Audacious

Sean handed over Abigail to Luna with instinctive gentleness. It was unintentional. Luna only realized Abigail was truly drunk when Abigail pressed on her.

She prayed in her heart that Abigail didn't offend Sean because of her drunkenness, but she still politely said, "Thank you, Mr. Graham, for taking care of my assistant."

Sean nodded, and his gaze lingered on Luna's face for a moment before suddenly asking, "Can you

manage?"

"Yes," Luna replied with a smile, but there was a hint of surprise in her heart.

Without thinking much, she quickly helped Abigail up and left.

The live stream chat was still buzzing with excitement.

'Sean clearly doesn't want to let go. Five minutes is too short for a man! It should be at least fifty

minutes!'

'I'm going crazy! Why didn't the production team install cameras in the room? I wanna see what's

happening!'

'Will Alana stop at nothing for publicity? She can't get Sean, so she lets her assistant go instead. Doesn't she know he has a girlfriend? Poor Joan. She's really unlucky for appearing on the show with such a jinx.'

'How much did she drink to get this drunk? I guess she's pretending to be drunk. What a scheming

woman. Can't they just kick them out of the show already?'

Luna brought Abigail back to their room. After helping her lie down, Luna gently pushed her, asking, "Are you really drunk?"

The person on the bed was unconscious.

Luna sighed and remained silent.

Abigail slept until the following day. She was startled when she woke up and saw Luna sitting next to her. "Why are you here?"

"It's almost lunchtime, and I was waiting for you to wake up so we could have lunch," Luna replied

with a smile.

Abigail sat up, massaged her throbbing temples, and felt regretful. "I shouldn't have drunk..."

Luna stood up and walked to the side. "It's not your fault. Now, get up quickly; the production team has something important to inform us about after lunch."

In the dining hall, Abigail noticed that many people were looking at her with envy.

Her usual cool demeanor remained unchanged. After Luna had taken her seat and passed Abigail

the utensils, Abigail did the same.

Joan sat across from them. She was surprisingly quiet compared to her usual lively self.

Soon, everyone began to eat.

Luna whispered to Abigail, "Joan is unusually quiet today."

She had expected that Joan would cause trouble today after seeing the intimacy between Abigail and Sean yesterday.

However, Joan remained surprisingly composed.

Abigail whispered back, "Let's eat."

After the meal, everyone gathered in the hotel's lobby.

The host stood on the stage with a microphone while looking delighted as he said, "Now that

everyone is here, here's today's important announcement."

Abigail noticed the words "Sweet Whispers" flashing on the screen behind the host and

immediately turned nervous. She reached out and grabbed Luna's hand.

Luna was even more nervous than she was. The preliminary online voting results are out already? Joan glanced at the two of them with a clearly evident sense of satisfaction in her eyes. Abigail silently took a deep breath.

"That's right. Today is the day for designers to face the audience with their drafts! This is a test of

popularity, and it has no connection to the final professional judging results. The rewards are

separate."

This had been mentioned at the beginning of the show.

As soon as the host finished speaking, all the designers' draft sketches appeared on the screen.

Abigail's heart tightened to the extreme as she held Luna's hand. She immediately searched for her own initial design draft.

"Hmm?" Luna immediately spotted Abigail's draft.

Seeing Luna's astonishment, Abigail also saw her own clean and untouched draft.

She felt like a fish that had just been given water, and her back was drenched in sweat. At this moment, she was taking deep breaths and couldn't even speak.

Luna let out a sigh of relief. Goodness knew her heart was about to explode.

Joan couldn't believe her eyes. She almost stood up but managed to restrain herself.

Abigail quickly composed herself, and Luna remained calm as well.

Joan's chest rose and fell as she tightly squeezed her own palm before turning her head to look at Abigail and Luna with a subtle chill in her eyes.

The other designers who wanted to tarnish Alana's reputation were disappointed when they realized that there were no traces of wrongdoing on her draft. Everyone listened to the host explaining the rules of the online competition, but they soon forgot about it as they weren't paying attention at all.

After Abigail felt relieved, she suddenly remembered her interaction with Sean while she was drunk last night. Thoughts of that kiss made her cheeks flush.