The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Bitter Resentment Reserved for Him Alone

Sean raised an eyebrow but didn't answer her.

Had Abigail already met Eric's family without Sean knowing?

As he contemplated this, Abigail fell silent.

Once they entered the airport waiting area, Sean sat down and looked at Abigail. "After this project, I have another job opportunity..."

"Please. Let's not mix business and personal matters." Abigail quickly interrupted him.

After experiencing multiple unfortunate incidents with him, she had no interest in working together with him.

"I absolutely won't cause you trouble this time, and this job opportunity is really important." Sean said earnestly.

"I decline," Abigail replied without hesitation.

Sean was taken aback.

He looked at Abigail and tugged at his tie. "Not even a chance?"

"I've suffered twice in your hands and the hands of your family. Do you think L.Moon will work with you? I won't forget those who wronged me," Abigail said, a faint smile playing on her lips.

It was unclear whether she was mocking herself or mocking Sean.

"You can contact the other studios," Abigail added.

Sean didn't bring up the topic again during the entire flight.

He had caused trouble before, and now he was trying to make amends.

Abigail would work with anyone but him; she avoided him like the plague.

Sean sat beside her. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out how to regain her trust.

Everything between them was on the brink of a trust crisis.

Back in Pendorf, the weather had turned warmer, with bright sunshine that made people feel lazy.

Abigail's mood began to relax a bit as she knew that she no longer had to worry about shivering from the cold.

Sean carried her luggage and silently followed behind her.

When they reached the car parked at the entrance, he handed her luggage over to Cameron.

Cameron prioritized opening the door for Abigail. "Mrs. Graham, you've had a tiring trip."

"It's okay. Thank you," Abigail replied with a pleasant smile.

Sean frowned and looked displeased.

It seemed that Abigail was friendly to everyone except him. Whenever she saw him, it was as if she held a deep grudge against him.

He got into the car with a cold expression.

On their first day back in Pendorf, the crew had half a day off.

Abigail and Sean returned to her rented apartment. When they opened the door, there was dust and the place was clean. It even had a lived-in feel. "You were living in my place while I was gone?" Abigail asked Sean.

"Not every day. Sometimes I went back home." Sean stood by the door while looking at her relaxed expression. He was still in a sour mood. Abigail nodded and walked into the living room wearing slippers.

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"Are you hungry? I can make some food for you." Sean wore the slippers as well and stood in the living room as he asked her.

She looked up at him, who was standing there and towering in height.

Sean's superior external qualities always made it impossible for people to ignore him.

"Let's sit for a while first, and I'll join you." After all, she couldn't bear to let this work of art be exposed to the kitchen fumes on his own.

Sean thought about holding her hand as he sat down, but she quickly withdrew her hand.

"I can't even touch you in our little apartment?" Sean looked at her with deep eyes. "I really want to make things right with you."

Abigail leaned back on the couch, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV. "Is that traditional medicine doctor really hard to replace?"

In reality, there was no news from Luna either.

Upon seeing that Abigail had no intention of discussing their relationship, Sean could only

discuss her topic. "Mm."

After all, there was no information left behind. It was almost as if the person had never existed.

"Does this mean that someone is indeed targeting me? That doctor said..." Abigail stopped herself before mentioning what Sean had said about Eric targeting him. These two incidents had a strange similarity.

Could she conclude that this had something to do with Joan just because the person mentioned the family name "Palmer"?

Sean would also mock her about Eric's situation.

"What did he say?" Sean asked.

"Nothing. I'll go tidy up my suitcase," Abigail said as she got up from the couch.

Sean sat on the couch and watched her drag the suitcase into the bedroom without offering to help.

The gap between them was growing wider.

"I'll be out for a while. I'll order some food for you when I get back."

Abigail was about to take a shower when Sean appeared at the bedroom door.

"Oh." Abigail replied and showed no objection.

Sean turned and left.

At Fantasy Bar, Sean ordered a bottle of whisky for himself.

Upon seeing him slowly sipping his drink, Kevin couldn't help but speak up. "Sean, did you have another argument with Abigail?"

"We didn't argue, but we're growing further and further apart, Sean replied with frustration.

Kevin picked up his cocktail and took a sip. "Is Abigail interested in someone else?

After all, she had been interacting with handsome actors for a long time on set, so Kevin couldn't help but think that familiarity might breed attraction.

"Not yet, but she's not the same as before," Sean said as his eyes were downcast.

She wasn't as in love with him as before.

"You need to figure something out then. Drowning your sorrows in alcohol won't help," Kevin

advised.

"That's why I came here to look for you. Do you have any ideas?" Sean immediately looked at him.