The Spare Wife

Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Nice Straw You Have There

Excited, the audience started donating in droves. The chatroom was exploding with all kinds of messages and donations. Sean ate slowly, and he would frown from time to time. He had never eaten octopus tentacles before, nor had he ever cooked any, but he was a good cook. He thought the food was good, but it was not as good as his usual seafood. Maybe they put too much seasoning.

Abigail noticed the frown, and she explained, “That’s how it is with barbecue. Seasoning is king. It’s not as good as authentic seafood, but a lot of people like it. It’s stress relieving eating this.”

Sean flipped the skews around. He asked calmly, “Do you like barbecue, then?”

Abigail paused for a moment, then she said, “It’s alright.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Sean looked down. Naturally, he said, “What kind of food do you prefer? I’ll make them for you.”

A strange feeling welled in Abigail’s heart, but then she was reminded of everything Sean did for Joan, and that feeling died. Coolly, she said, “Anything’s fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Sean looked at her, but he said nothing more. Abigail was silent, and so was Sean. She stood beside Sean, sprinkling seasoning onto the barbecued food before placing them on the table. It looked sweet from the outside, but Abigail knew that everything she and Sean were doing was just an act for them to de–escalate the situation.

He stepped back for Joan, while she did it for the prize money and Victor. They were acting like they were in love for the camera all to assuage the guilt they had for each other. They wanted to act

like their relationship was still healthy. However, Abigail gave it a bit of thought and realized that

there was no love between them. Not ever. If it weren’t for Joan’s debut, he wouldn’t have deigned

to join the show and put on this act with her.

Abigail didn’t check on Joan earlier. She thought things were getting a bit awkward between her and

Sean, so she asked, “How’s Miss Palmer’s wound?”

“It’s nothing. It’ll heal up tomorrow,” said Sean.

Abigail grunted and said nothing more. Sean frowned. He wondered why Abigail brought Joan up.

Have I not done enough? Is she still mad? Sean felt parched, and he got annoyed. “Get me a bottle

of soda.”

Abigail turned around and grabbed a bottle of soda. A moment later, she put a straw into the bottle. Seeing that, Sean looked at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate beside him and grabbed Abigail’s hand. He sucked on the straw and took the soda.

Abigail wasn’t holding anything anymore. She picked up the plates and served the food. Every table had a bit of food at the moment. Sean approached the longest table on the set, holding his soda. Abigail placed a kebab before him.

Sean took a seat and sipped on his soda. Abigail took a look, and she thought it looked awkward. She took a seat beside Luna. Luna huddled closer to her. “Feeling hot? I’ll crack open a cold one for

you.”

“I’m parched, really.” Abigail’s lips were dry. While Sean was grilling, she had to move around to

serve the food. There wasn’t any time to drink at all.

Luna grabbed a glass of juice for her and gave her some ice. Abigail took it and gulped it all down.

She picked up a kebab and munched on it. That eased her up. “Nice afternoon tea. Must be the

most relaxed session so far.”

Luna leaned on her chair and narrowed her eyes happily. “You’re relaxed, but someone isn’t. Cut her own hand but didn’t get anything from it.”

Abigail looked at Joan. Coolly, she said, “Let’s not talk about it. It’s a killjoy.”

Luna huddled closer to Abigail once more, and she whispered, “Are you still mad at Mr. Graham?

He’s been nice the whole afternoon.”

“He can do anything for Joan,” said Abigail coolly.

Luna choked on her words. She picked up a kebab and chomped down on it. “So annoying.”

Abigail smiled “Don’t mind it. Just go on with life.” She didn’t care anymore. Sean was only nice to her because of Joan.

Sean had his exclusive seat. He looked at Abigail from afar and rested his chin on his hand. He

sipped on his soda, glancing at Abigail. She was whispering with Luna, and Sean realized that Abigail and Luna were far too close to only be a boss and her assistant.

Kevin approached him and chuckled from time to time. Eventually, an impatient Sean looked up at him. Kevin chuckled. “Nice straw you have there.”