The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
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."

"What is it?" Abigail turned to look at him.

Eric licked his lips and hesitated for a while before asking. "Is your cousin acting strange toward you?"

"Huh?" Abigail didn't quite catch on.

Eric couldn't help but say. "He's your cousin. Don't you think he's a bit too controlling?"

Abigail burst into laughter at his words.

"Why are you laughing?" Eric asked, a bit embarrassed that he might be mistaken.

"He's not controlling toward me. Our relationship is a bit complicated, and it's not something that can be explained in a few words," Abigail replied. Sean used to avoid talking about their marriage. and now it had become her thing.

"Just tell me that you both don't have a perverted relationship like what I'm thinking." Eric said with a worried expression.

"Maybe everything between us is different from what you think," Abigail replied, looking ahead.

Eric glanced at her.

Mornings in the north were beautiful, with a clear blue sky and warm-toned streetlights casting a golden hue on the snow in the park, making everything shimmer.

Abigail's skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, resembling a sprinkle of gold dust.

"If you don't tell us, we really wouldn't know," Eric said with a light chuckle.

"Everyone has privacy rights," Abigail said with a smile.

"Yes, I understand," Eric replied.

Just before breakfast, Abigail and Eric returned to the hotel, chatting and laughing.

In the hotel lobby, Sean, who had been watching them run circles around the park with such joy, had a cold look in his eyes.

As soon as Abigail saw him, the smile on her face disappeared, and she whispered to Eric, "I'll go up first with him."

"Okay, don't forget to have breakfast," Eric kindly reminded.

Sean snorted.

The two of them entered a different elevator. Sean immediately asked sourly, "Do you like Eric?"

"Oh, so now you think I like Eric?" Abigail asked, a cold smile on her face.

Sean was rendered speechless for a moment, after which he said with dissatisfaction, "So that means Eric has feelings for you. Why else would he be so concerned about you?" "You're blaming me for someone else's feelings? Why don't you confront him then? Are you scared?" Abigail asked Sean with a sarcastic smile.

"Do you really want me to confront him?" Sean suddenly asked, his tone growing serious.

"Sean, if you cause trouble for me at work again, we'll be strangers from now on," Abigail warned.

"So, if I cause trouble for him, you'll protect him? I guess I'll just keep my mouth shut then." Sean spoke sarcastically as he crossed his arms.

"Then keep it shut. You made me shut up plenty of times too. It's just karma," Abigail replied nonchalantly.

Sean suddenly grabbed Abigail's wrist, pulled her into his embrace, held her chin, and gently kissed her lips. "I can't hold back," he murmured.

Abigail immediately stepped on his foot. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? There are security cameras!"

"What's the big deal about these security cameras? We aren't on set. Besides, do you really think they're monitoring the cameras all the time?" Sean stubbornly said, his arms wrapped around her waist.