The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Darling, Are You Asleep?

Sean held Abigail in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. “By the fact that you are telling me, it means you care about my opinion and you hope I’ll agree. It’s my fault for being jealous and making you unhappy. Please don’t be mad, alright?

Abigail furrowed her brows and pushed Sean away forcefully. She kept silent as she walked to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and lay down to cover her head. “Don’t say anything. I need my rest.”

She had no desire to communicate with him at the moment. The more she was caught up in his small acts of kindness, the easier it was for her to forget her place in his heart.

In the past, when he made decisions, she merely needed to comply with them silently. Now that he was treating her well, she was stubborn.

Sean frowned, walked over to the couch in front of the coffee table, and sat silently for a while. Then, he took his gloves and walked to the door to send a message to call his assistant over.

Once Cameron arrived, Sean opened the door and walked out. The door clicked softly as it closed behind him.

Abigail lifted the blanket and walked barefoot to the door to peer outside through the peephole.

After ensuring that he wasn’t outside, she went to retrieve Sean’s laptop and headed to the door. Then, she gently opened it and pushed the laptop out through the gap in the door.

Not far away was Sean, who didn’t notice what was going on, handing his gloves from his pocket to Cameron, whose attention was fully on him. “Deliver this to Josie and tell her that this was personally chosen by Abigail for her. Take the pair that Abigail gave her and deliver it to Eric with the message that it’s from Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Cameron replied, taking the gloves and heading off to execute the instructions.

Feeling slightly relieved, Sean headed back to Abigail’s room. When he discovered that his laptop had been thrown out, anger rose within him and he reached out to bang the door. “Open the door!”

Inside the room, Abigail wore soundproof earplugs, so she remained undisturbed and snored.

Frustrated at being locked outside, Sean returned to his room clutching his laptop. Then, he texted Abigail with the message, ‘You’d better stay in your room for the rest of your life!

After typing it out, he deleted the message immediately and furrowed his brows, contemplating for a moment before attempting a calmer approach. “It’s not suitable to burn bridges…”

Yet, he erased that as well before reluctantly asking, ‘Darling, are you asleep?’

This text seemed to disappear into thin air.

Abigail took a short nap and started to watch videos on fashion shows. This was her favorite type of video to watch, and every time she saw those beautiful clothes showcased by models, she felt at sense of satisfaction.

During dinnertime, he knocked on the door again, and this time, she didn’t refuse him. She opened the door without any expression.

“I had my assistant return Eric’s gloves to him,” he said first, but his gaze remained fixed on her.