The Spare Wife

Chapter 108

Joan pulled her hand back. Since she was surrounded, she had no idea what Sean and Abigail were doing, and she teared up.

Luna said, “Miss Palmer, since you can’t even prepare the fruits, let me do it. You get some rest.”

Kevin said, “The medic’s arriving soon. Calm down. At least get disinfected. For safety’s sake.”

Damian dragged Victor away and went back to their stations. Luna took over Joan’s job, while Kevin sat Joan down and blew on her wound. To his credit, that was caring.

Sean finished cleaning the processor’s blades and approached Joan. He asked calmly, “Let me see your hand.”

Joan raised her hand. The wound wasn’t bleeding anymore, and it didn’t look deep at all. Without the impact of blood, the wound didn’t look scary at all. It was just a white line on a finger.

“Not a big deal. Just rub something on it and slap some Band–Aid over the wound. You can get back to work right away,” said Sean. He was going to go back and grill. Abigail’s cooking skills were dubious. He was worried she might flip the whole grill and burn herself.

Joan looked aggrieved, but she nodded anyway. The audience mocked her aggressively.

‘She calls that a wound? It’s almost microscopic. Damian was right. If the medic’s one second slower, the wound would’ve closed up. Man, that guy’s good. He shoots straight.‘

Victor and Damian are so dramatic. First thing Victor did was tell everyone about the wound. It’s like he did it on purpose, that drama queen.‘

‘Am I the only one who thinks Sean is kind of dense? Obviously, Joan wants him to look at her more, and then the guy be like, “Oh just slap some Band–Aid on it and get back to work.” LMFAO.

Nina watched as Abigail and Sean worked together, her eyes glinting. After the medic showed up, Kevin left. The medic slapped some Band–Aid on Joan’s hand, and they left.

Nina came back to Joan holding a plate of fruits. She whispered, “Damian and Victor are obviously

coming after us. Mr. Graham’s taking Abigail’s side too.”

Of course Joan knew that. She wasn’t stupid. She stared at the ground, the look in her eyes dark. “It’s a shame they didn’t get kicked out. We have to chase them off.” Abigail couldn’t get kicked out that

easily because Luna was around. Even if she did anything wrong, Luna could still ask Sean to keep

her around.

Sean asked Luna to design everything for Joan. Of course he would give her some privilege. However, he wouldn’t let Victor and Damian off the hook if they did anything stupid again.

Nina was more cautious, however. “Damian and Victor dislike us now. If we kick them away now, we

might fall into their trap.”

Joan thought she had a point. She said, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll ask around tonight.”

While they were concocting their evil plan, Luna snuck over to Victor and Damian. She whispered,

“Can we talk later?”

Damian grunted. “We’ll meet at the garden in the west later. Tell Quinn to come over too.”

The men were grilling, while Sean kept Abigail around to sprinkle pepper and chili powder over

the meat. She kept coughing, and her face was red.

Sean gave her a kebab. “For you. Eat it.”

Abigail put it on a plate and munched on the kebab slowly. A moment later, a few

fell onto her plate as well. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“You’re not even eating. Why don’t I grill and you eat?” Abigail asked.

octopus tentacles

Kevin had Luna feeding him, while the other designers had their models helping them out. Sean

could’ve skipped all the work and gone straight to eating, so he didn’t have anyone feeding him.

Sean looked at Abigail knowingly. For some reason, Abigail got what he was implying. Feed me.

She held her plate tightly, her knuckles white. “I mean, we’re on the set…”

“Then why did you even ask?” Sean looked away, obviously upset.

Abigail looked at Luna. She was holding a kebab in one hand and feeding Kevin with the other.

Abigail took a deep breath. “What would you like to eat?”

“Octopus tentacles,” said Sean right away.

Abigail handed him the food. The look in Joan’s eves turned icv