The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 A Single Abigail?

As their car approached the studio, Sean turned to Abigail instead of unlocking the door. “You should terminate your studio’s collaboration with Anthony. The penalty fee for Kevin’s side can be waived for you.”

“If you have to add a bunch of conditions to your concession, then I suggest you forget about it.” After saying that, she reached for the car door but found it locked. Breathing heavily, she looked at

him.

With a calm gaze, he stared at her. “Don’t go overboard, Abigail. You’ve mentioned divorce several times but found various reasons to stay, so what’s this about now?”

“Open the door. I need to get to work.”

“Terminate your collaboration with—

“It’s not up to me. I get paid for the job.” She interrupted, her tone indifferent. Unwavering, he gazed at her intently. “Open the door.” She pushed the car door.

Only then did he finally unlock it. He could not refute what she said, for he had checked that L.Moon was a joint venture between her and Luna. She was responsible for designing high-end custom clothing, while Luna was responsible for attracting customers.

As Abigail walked toward her studio, Sean watched her retreating figure for a while before finally driving away. He went to the hospital to personally take his grandmother home and then made a

call to summon Kevin away from the show.

Inside the studio, Abigail sat in her office and called Anthony. Within seconds, he answered the

phone. “It’s rare for you to reach out to me. Are we having dinner tonight?” His voice filled with

delight.

Facing his question, she cleared her throat and replied, “I’m sorry for leaving in a hurry last night.

I’m afraid I can’t make it for dinner tonight either. I’ll be busy with work, but once I’m done with

everything, I’ll make it up to you.”

Luna had gone on a business trip after securing the loan yesterday.

“Sure. There’s no rush. Is everything fine between you and Mr. Graham last night?” he asked politely.

She quickly responded, “Yeah. We’re cool. You should get back to work. I have to focus on work,

too.”

“By the way, Professor Gibson left an address. If you ever need any help with what’s coming up, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’ll take you to see him.” He offered kindly.

When she heard that, a glimmer of surprise appeared in her eyes. “Really?”

“Why would I lie to you? But since he’s not that familiar with you yet, he might need me to bring you.” His voice carried a hint of embarrassment.

Abigail nodded in understanding. “You have a close relationship with Professor Gibson, don’t you?”

Without hiding anything, he told her everything openly, “Indeed. When I was in high school, his

wife needed surgery for cancer, and he had to work as a private tutor. My father hired him to be my exclusive history tutor.”

Curious, she asked, “You liked history?”

Anthony chuckled briefly. “You can say I have a fondness for it.”

“I see,” she replied.