The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 72

Chapter 72 What Are You Two Doing Late at Night?

He actually left her, who was potentially injured, here. Abigail found it laughable that she could not help but hold on to a faint hope when she saw Joan's name flashing on his phone carlier. She wondered if, jus she was hurt.

Just as usual, he disappointed her.

She unfolded the design sketch and looked at it briefly before folding it back up. She leaned against. the wall, slowly making her way toward the artificial hill. She had considered asking Luna to pick her up, but Walking into the rose garden, she came to a halt when the man who had just finished his call noticed her presence. Standing in the dim garden, he had long, slender legs and a lean figure. His shoulder- length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

"Miss Quinn?" The man immediately recognized her.

Seeing that it was Victor Mendez, one of the models for this shoot, Abigail nodded and said, "Yes.

Are you out for a walk?"

"Yeah... I was making a call to my family. Did you hurt your leg?" He noticed she had been favoring

her right foot and immediately approached her.

Her usually calm face showed a hint of embarrassment as she replied, "I was taking a walk and accidentally tripped over a stone. It's a sprain, but it doesn't seem

too serious. I'm just worried about delaying work tomorrow, so I'm being cautious."

With his angular and handsome face, Victor looked solemn. "You can't just rely on assumption. You

have no experience, and making random guesses won't do you any good.”

Abigail could not argue with that. As such, he helped her and guided her to a garden bench, where

he squatted before her and reached out for her ankle. Immediately, she flinched, puzzling the man,

Slightly uncomfortable, she quickly explained, "I'm not used to people touching me."

"I'm a model. I've gained some experience judging minor injuries and sprains from walking on the runway. Will you trust me this once?" He gazed into her eyes, showing sincerity, She hesitated. "Maybe I should just ask a doctor tomorrow-

"If it's injured, it might be too late by tomorrow. Don't forget; tomorrow is the day for fitting. You'll

be running around distributing fabrics. If your boss replaces out your injury hinders his work progress, he won't be pleased," he earnestly advised her.

Abigail had no choice but to concede. "Alright, please help me take a look."

Victor held her ankle and applied some pressure, to which she could not help but inhale sharply.

"It's a minor strain in the muscle tissues. It'll hurt tomorrow, but it won't stop you from walking

around. If you can, remember to apply ice when you get back. And keep yourself warm, too. It's

best to limit movement." He provided his diagnosis.

She nodded appreciatively. "You seem very professional."

"As a model, there are times when the runway isn't in great condition. That's how I learned the hard way. Shall I send you to your room? Your left leg shouldn't be overexerted." He rose and extended his hand to Abigail, who did not refuse his kindness and got up.

Finally, they arrived at the hotel elevator. She stood on one leg, leaning on Victor. Just as the elevator was about to reach her floor, it suddenly stopped. Sean entered the elevator, his face impassive. When he Abigail leaning against Victor, he did not frown. His gaze swept over their contact, and when he turned away, a shadow crossed his eyes.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Sean suddenly turned to Abigail and Victor. "What are you two

doing so late at night?"

She felt that he was doing it on purpose. Why would he ask such a question when he knows I injured my leg? Just after comforting Joan, can't this jerk of a man have a little self-awareness and just mind his own business?

Victor, oblivious to Sean's displeasure, immediately replied, "Her leg is injured. I'm helping her back to her room to rest." As the elevator was about to arrive, he added, "Remember to apply ice when you get ba Abigail affirmed, "Got it. Thank you."

Sean's eyes grew frosty, his mind filled with images of Victor and Abigail entangled together. He radiated displeasure, and the entire elevator seemed to drop several degrees in temperature.