The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
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.

"Abigail, do you have to go against me to feel better?" Sean queried, increasingly frustrated and his voice rising.

Frowning in response to his outburst. Abigail looked at him and replied, "Forget it if you don't agree. Why are you mad? It's just a pair of gloves. I'll have Eric tell me the store's address, and I'll purchase them for myself."

"Are you determined to take Eric's gloves back?" he asked through gritted teeth as he suppressed his anger.

"They are his. I already said that I was only lending it to Josie and would buy her a new pair. Since you came and brought them, I'm going to lend them to her. What's the problem?" Abigail replied, "Why don't you ask Eric to inform Josie where to buy the gloves and get her to purchase a new pair to return to him? Why do you have to meddle in this?" Sean questioned.

Abigail hesitated, thinking about how Eric had secretly purchased the gloves for her. She felt it was not good for others to know about it, so she didn't mention it. She found it strange that she had easily confided in Sean. Could it be that she had never really excluded him from her thoughts?

"So, these gloves are your secret with Eric." Sean suddenly sneered in mockery.

Abigail had shared the gloves with Josie without hesitation, which left Eric feeling disheartened. It turned out that this small secret, which was only known to them both, was not so secret after all. Abigail was displeased as she slammed her drink on the nearby table. "Why are you being so sarcastic? Do you think I'm you? Why are you getting mad at me? Who do you think you are?"

Sean took the gloves and threw them onto the coffee table. "Do whatever you want with them. I don't f*cking care anymore."

"These are your things, and I don't want them. I've forgotten that I've caused you to be in such a difficult position by being stubborn." Abigail suddenly calmed down.

It was something Sean had bought. What right did she have to deal with them? She had mistakenly thought that they were closer than they actually were. For the past few days, he was a tad bit kinder to her, and she lost her sense of boundaries, thinking that she could decide on his behalf.

It was her mistake. They had never been that close in their relationship.

Seeing the indifference in her eyes, he softened his tone. "I was too impatient earlier. I'll get you another pair. You can return Eric's pair to him, and this one can be for Josie. Is that okay?"

"No need," came Abigail's cold reply. She was still looking out of the window and enjoying the snowfall, adding, "Just don't come here anymore to save me from being annoyed."

"Abigail-"

"Don't say anything, Sean. It was my mistake earlier. I shouldn't have assumed that I could deal with something that you bought." Abigail genuinely reflected on her actions and realized that she had been too presumptuous. Their relationship had never been strong enough for her to make any decisions for him.

"You can. You have that right," Sean replied as he walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes deep.

Despite his efforts to console her, he had once again made her

upset.

"I don't. I was wrong to be angry with you earlier. I've sincerely reflected on it." Abigail looked at him with a faint smile.