The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Secretly Jealous

Sean held onto her foot tightly, looking at Abigail. “You can’t let your feet get worse. They’re more sensitive than your hands. I’ll massage them for you.”

Abigail felt a tickling sensation and frowned. “Let go…”

Sean sat on the couch, holding her foot in his hands. He pressed on the swollen parts of her toes, his voice cold. “A little massage should help. Didn’t you buy insulated shoes?”

“Even with insulated shoes, it’s not much help.” Abigail replied.

Even with snow boots, running around in the snow all day often left her feet wet, and sitting for a while made them ice-cold.

Sean didn’t say anything. He massaged Abigail’s foot slowly, his expression stern.

After he was done, the itching sensation gradually subsided for Abigail.

“How does it feel?” Sean asked after massaging for half an hour, his hand a bit sore.

“I-It’s okay,” Abigail felt a bit embarrassed.

Sean’s lips curled slightly. He flexed his hand a bit and said to Abigail, “You should go take a bath. I’ll head back, and later, I’ll come over to massage your ears.”

Abigail declined. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“I heard that if your ears get frostbitten and the red flesh is exposed, it oozes clear liquid every day. Even a light touch would be excruciating, Sean said. He had seen a classmate experience this when he went to study in another city for university.

Abigail trembled at the thought and stared at Sean intently. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Just look it up if you don’t believe me. Why would I lie to you?” Sean said before getting up to leave.

“Send me a message when you get back,” Abigail reminded him.

Sean smiled and opened the door before leaving.

Back in his room, he called his assistant over.

“Mr. Graham, is there anything you need?” the assistant asked respectfully.

“Tomorrow, I’ll visit the set. First, go check if we can rent large trucks that can carry cargo containers,” Sean instructed.

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The assistant nodded. “How many do you need?”

“Ten should be enough,” Sean replied. “Also, check for generators. We’ll need about ten of those

too.”

The assistant promptly went to handle it.

This time, when Sean went to Abigail’s room, he was much more cautious than before.

The two of them slept on the same bed. Sean massaged Abigail’s ears, his touch gentle, and Abigail slowly drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning. Abigail got up quietly and continued her morning run with Eric.

They walked side by side. Eric asked Abigail in a low voice, “I want to ask you a serious question.”