The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Eric Is Uneasy

“Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not? You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.

Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?”

He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.

Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.

Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.

“Pass me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his assistant, who was heating water for him.

He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.

One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.

Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.”

Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.”

She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.

Eric seemed different today, but she had no idea why.

Seeing Abigail looking at Eric, Lewis asked her quietly, “Do you know what’s up with that kid?”

“I have no idea. He was fine during the morning run,” Abigail replied.

The two spoke in hushed tones until Eric’s assistant walked past them.

Abigail and Lewis quickly fell silent.

After Abigail finished picking the costumes for the actors, she went into the adjacent trailer for

female actors.

When she came out, she saw Sean walking over with an umbrella.

He had a paper bag in his hand, and when he saw Abigail, he quickened his pace.

Abigail, standing under the fine snow, waited for him to approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something to say, do it quickly. I only have ten minutes.”

“These snow boots were specially sent here for you, along with a few bags of heating pads and thick socks. Put them on after you’re done with work, Sean said, handing the bags to Abigail.

Abigail lowered her head to take a look and slowly reached out to accept them. “Thank you.”

“The gloves I ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get cold, recharge them. The generators have enough power,” Sean continued.

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.