Chapter 87 We Are A Couple
Sean noticed that she was curled up like an ostrich, and he continued, “We are still a married couple, even on the show.”
Abigail pursed her lips and didn’t want to respond. Being a couple was something that only the two of them knew, and no one else did. When Joan slandered her, he never stepped forward to clarify that they were a married couple. He only mentioned this fact when they were in bed.
He looked at her and asked, “No response?”
“It’s still early. So, if you leave now, it won’t be a big deal even if someone sees you,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.
He
gave her a cold look. “Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”
Abigail struggled out of his embrace, pulled up the blanket, and sat up. She looked at him with a gentle expression. “That’s because I don’t want to cause Miss Smith any problem, and I don’t want anyone to question the show either.”
Sean snorted but didn’t say much because he could tell that Abigail was trying to please Luna wholeheartedly.
As he covered himself with the blanket, he didn’t bother paying attention to Abigail. When she saw how determined he was to stay, she was at a loss for words. So, she had no choice but to remain
silent and lie there with him.
As time passed, she didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. By the time she woke up again, it was because her phone was ringing.
Abigail opened her eyes and found that Sean was no longer beside her. She presumed that he had returned to his room, so she reached for her phone and saw that it was Luna calling. She immediately answered, “What’s going on?”
Luna panted. “Are you in your room? I brought Victor back to my room, but he’s on a drip. Do you want to come over and wait for him to wake up?”
Abigail was about to respond when the bathroom door opened. Sean walked out naturally toward her with a casual tone. “If you feel any discomfort, feel free to call me anytime. I have some other matters to attend to, so I won’t bother you any longer.”
Her cheeks reddened, whereas Luna, who was on the phone, had a sharp intake of breath before
she chuckled.
When he saw Abigail’s blushing face, Sean calmly approached her and kneeled beside the bed, reaching out to pinch her chin. “Your face is so red. Could there still be traces of the drug in your system? It shouldn’t be; it’s been three hours.”
“N–No… You can leave now since you have work to do!” Abigail nervously pushed Sean’s hand away and buried herself under the covers.
When he saw her like this, he tugged at the corner of his lips, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
Her heart raced as she felt like she was being suffocated.
Luna spoke up softly. “Is he gone?”
“He’s
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