I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 Eric’s Throwaway Account

As Abigail turned around, she heard Eric’s hoarse voice say, “Wait a moment.”

Abigail turned to look at him. His a*sistant quickly set down a cup after he waved a hand.

The a*sistant then hurriedly walked past Abigail, went out, and even closed the door behind him.

“I’ll pour you some water,” Abigail said, walking over to the water dispenser.

Eric watched her, and when she handed him the water, he asked, “What’s in the lunchbox?”

“Chicken soup, made by the hotel for you.” Abigail pulled out a chair and placed it by the bed before going to get the lunchbox.

“I want some,” Eric said, then started coughing.

Abigail nodded and sat down by the bed. She opened the lunchbox.

As Eric sipped the soup, he occasionally let out a muffled cough. He didn’t stop until he felt a bit better. Then, he suddenly asked Abigail, “Did you use the gloves I gave you to please Josie and get an order from her for your studio?”

Abigail had already guessed.

“No, why do you ask? In your eyes, am I such a bad friend?” Abigail looked into his eyes, her expression calm.

Eric lowered his head to look at the soup. After a while, he said, “Those were gloves I personally bought for you. As a friend, you should have told me first before giving them to Josie. I admit, it bothered me a bit.

“I’m sorry. At the time, Josie’s hands were swollen like buns. The director wouldn’t let her seek treatment, and I really felt sorry for the poor girl,” Abigail explained and apologized sincerely.

Eric gave a weak smile. “So, are we still friends?”

“Of course we are. Finish your soup; it’s good for your health,” Abigail said gently.

“From now on, if I give you anything, you have to tell me first before giving it to someone else. I’m not stingy, just a little particular.” Eric’s voice was low.

“Alright, next time, I’ll tell you first,” Abigail replied, but she felt there might not be a next time.

While the worlds of fashion and entertainment were somewhat connected, the connections weren’t that significant. After parting ways, meeting again could easily take several years, and more often than not, they might never meet again.

People in Eric’s circle were always so busy.

After Abigail finished serving the soup, someone else came to visit Eric.

Josie held a phone, ready to take pictures. She even intended to drag Abigail along, but Abigail declined.

She was afraid that someone might pair her up with another male actor again and create gossip. Thus, she felt it would be better if people from the entertainment industry did things like this together.

As Abigail left Eric’s room holding the lunchbox, she listened to the lively chatter inside, exhaling slowly.

Josie’s photo was approved by everyone and posted online.

Abigail, with some free time on her hands, checked Instagram.