The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Discussing Insights

Sean tossed his phone aside and felt that Abigail had regained consciousness. Then, he turned his

head to look at her.

Abigail, feeling like an ostrich, couldn't maintain her pretense under Sean's penetrating gaze. Opening her eyes, she tried to appear as if everything was normal after their intimacy and looked

at him and said, "I'll call Luna. I'm worried about her."

He turned and grabbed the phone on the bedside table.

She noticed the scratches on his back. While they had been intimate as a married couple, this kind

of intensity was indeed a first.

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks when he handed her the phone.

After taking the phone, she dialed Luna's number. However, she realized that when she was in a

daze earlier, she had called Sean's phone instead. And that's why he ended up sleeping in my room.

Sean's gaze remained seemingly normal, but if Abigail were to observe closely, she could notice

that he was different from his usual self.

At this moment, there was a depth in his eyes and a rare hint of emotion in how he looked at Abigail, making him rather alluring.

Abigail lowered her eyes and dialed Luna's number.

Luna immediately answered the call with concern. "How are you feeling? Do you feel any discomfort? I'm not in the room right now as I'm still handling some matters. If you're not feeling well, just continue to lie Abigail was touched by Luna's kindness and replied gently, "I'm okay. Nothing's wrong. Did something happen to you?"

Luna gritted her teeth before she chuckled bitterly. "I'm fine. That little punk, Victor, got what he deserved. I just don't know whether he's innocent or not."

Since they all mingled in the same social circles, even Abigail had no idea whether Victor was truly

innocent.

did you take earlier?"

She thought carefully and replied, "The same as usual. Nothing special."

"If Victor's involved in this, what would you say, Abigail?" Sean leaned against the bed, his gaze deep as he looked at Abigail.

She bit her lower lip lightly in her hesitation to answer immediately.

Sean's voice became even colder as he said, "I've told you before: no one in this production team is honest. Victor is a model, and models depend heavily on the favor of good designers. Do you he approached you because he likes you?"

think

With a cold expression, Abigail looked at him. "I never thought that Victor likes me. I helped him to speak up not because I thought he liked me but because I wanted to." "You'd better pray that Victor wasn't involved, or I won't cut him some slack at all," Sean said as he pulled the covers to rest.

She asked with a hint of confusion, "Aren't you returning to your room?"

"Do

you want to make use of me and kick me out after that?" he retorted.

"I didn't mean that, but it's inappropriate

for you to stay here." Abigail tried to reason with him. If he remained in her room in such a conspicuous manner in the middle of the night, it would be difficult to clear her reputation.

Sean pulled the covers over himself and responded, "There's nothing inappropriate about it. When you asked for my help, you said nothing about it being inappropriate."

His words silenced Abigail, and she leaned closer to him, speaking softly, "This happened suddenly, and it wasn't intentional. If you return to your room at four in the morning and someone sees you, they might start rumors about Miss Smith."

"I can't do four in the morning. I can have a change of time. Do you think I'm not tired after sleeping and taking care of you for the past two to three hours?" he replied, reaching out to pull her into his arms. She couldn't help but mutter, "You never complain about being tired during other times."

Sean opened his eyes, his gaze like that of a wild beast as it fixed firmly on Abigail. "You're different

from normal today."

Abigail blushed in the shade of a ripe apple.

He had a different idea in mind as he pinched her chin and asked in a low voice, "You are usually quite docile, but today? You... Damn."

His final word held infinite implications. Abigail bit her lip, refusing to utter a word.

Sean leaned close to her ear, his voice low as he asked. "Do you want to know how you made me

exhausted today?"

A deep blush crept over Abigail's face, and she pressed her hand against Sean's mouth. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

He removed her hand with a calm gaze. 'Discussing feedback after the experience isn't a bad idea."

"No need..." Abigail withdrew her hand and curled her body, unwilling to look at Sean's face.