The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Someone’s Jealous

The next morning, Lewis informed everyone that they would have a day off. The minute Josie heard this, she rushed to Abigail’s room for gossip.

“I heard Eric was outside in the snow last night, completely soaked and freezing. Lewis even had to bring him back to the hotel. He was furious,” Josie said with wide eyes. She was at that age where discussing such things made her eyes sparkle.

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“Maybe that’s what actors do,” Abigail replied, somewhat puzzled, as she didn’t quite understand what was going on.

Josie frowned. “Could it be because he was playing someone who is dying, so he’s tormenting himself to be in that emotional state?”

Abigail shook her head as she sipped on her drink. She felt content to have a day off from work, lounging on the couch lazily by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watching the snow fall outside.

“Compared to a senior like Eric, I’m really far behind. I need to work harder,” Josie said as she stood up immediately.

Abigail merely hummed. She didn’t have to work today, so she enjoyed her day off with a blank mind.

Holding his notebook, Sean entered her room and saw her seated by the window, gazing at the snow. He asked, “Do you like it?”

“I like sitting here and watching the snow,” Abigail replied.

It was only comfortable to watch the snowfall from inside, where there was insulation. Outside, she felt like her face was going to shatter; there was nothing but pure discomfort.

Sean took the gloves and charging cable from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table. “I brought your gloves for you.”

“I will lend this pair to Josie. The one she’s using was a gift from Eric. I should get it back from her and return it to him once we are done filming.” Abigail said suddenly to Sean.

Abigail felt a bit guilty toward Eric because of these gloves. Josie had ordered a dress from L.Moon as gratitude for Abigail lending her the gloves, which would cause misunderstandings.

Sean immediately took the gloves from the coffee table with a cold expression. “Why should my things be used by other women?”

After saying this, he suddenly remembered how Eric looked, and, combined with what Abigail said, he instantly understood.

“What other women? She’s so young. She’s just an actress in her twenties. She’s like a younger sister,” she replied nonchalantly.

He kept the gloves back in his own pocket. “Only you can use my things.”

“In that case, I’ll use a hot water bottle.” Abigail huffed as she watched the snow outside the window.