The Spare Wife

Chapter 61

Chapter 61 Stop Shipping Random Couples

At 3.00PM, the production team announced that there would be three hours of recreation time- which would be live–streamed.

Abigail had been racking her brains for a way to get closer to Sean, and her eyes lit up

the moment she heard the announcement. Under Luna’s eager anticipation, she changed into a loose white T- shirt and a run–of–the–mill pair of bleached skinny jeans that framed her long and slender legs.

Still, such an outfit was very unattractive in the eyes of a fashion designer. “Is that it? I thought you were going to pull out all the stops to sweep Kevin off his feet.” Luna’s eyes popped out in incredulity at her aesthetic sense today.

Who cares about Kevin? I’m here to court Sean! thought Abigail inwardly.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, she immediately spotted Sean sitting next to Kevin, his eyes impassive. He seemed uninterested in the tea party.

On the other hand, Kevin’s eyes lit up at the sight of Abigail. He whispered to Sean, “You were gone

for an hour after lunch. Did you go looking for her after finally realizing that you’ve got something

to say to her?”

“Shut up.” Sean pushed his face away in disgust, his eyes quietly scanning Abigail’s attire.

Kevin let out a stifled laugh. Then, he stood up, beckoning to Abigail and Luna in a friendly manner like a big boss. He said, “Miss Smith, come over and have a seat here.”

Luna dragged Abigail along, fearing that Joan would get the jump on them and take up the seat

before they could.

Kevin gave up

his seat to Luna, showing none of the steadiness befitting the head of the production team. He said animatedly, “You two sit on the right; I’ll sit to the left of Mr. Graham. Don’t be shy, both of you. Today’s afternoon tea party is all about relaxation and fun, so please make yourselves

at home.”

Even though not everyone had arrived in the banquet hall, all eyes of those present were fixed on Luna. They envied her for the preferential treatment she received from Kevin. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Luna and Abigail exchanged a brief look before they made a dramatic show of pushing and nudging to offer the seat to each other. Then, seeing that it was enough, Luna forcefully seated Abigail–who pretended to be shy and reserved–next to Sean, saying, “Don’t be afraid. Mr.

Abigail nodded, appearing extremely meek and obedient.

Kevin struggled to contain his laughter, feeling like he might burst out laughing at any moment. He raised his hand and pinched his chin with all his might, trying to keep himself from breaking into laughter. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

Sean kicked him in the leg, upon which he immediately drew a quiet breath before sitting up with a straight face. “This is Mr. Graham, whom I’m sure all of you have long heard of. He

look stern,

but he’s an amiable person, actually. Miss Smith, who has worked with him, understands this best.”

Luna eagerly chimed in, “Yeah, that’s right.”

All the designers present called out in unison, “Good afternoon, Mr. Graham.”

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Abigail felt that Kevin’s words were an indirect way of justifying the seating arrangements. Naturally, a major investor like Sean wouldn’t want to be seated with people he didn’t know well. Since Luna had worked with him before, her sitting next to him would be the most appropriate.

She surmised that Kevin’s seat was probably intended for Joan, who had yet to arrive.

Sean nodded, acknowledging everyone.

Luna cleared her throat and said to Abigail, “Mr. Graham is attending such an event for the first time. Abigail, you’re quick–witted and good with your hands. Make sure not to slight him.”

Abigail replied dutifully at once, “I got it, Miss Smith.” Given Sean’s prominent status, Luna instructing her to focus on serving him was indeed a wise move.

She poured a glass of soda for Sean while everyone

watched.

Joan arrived late to find Abigail sitting next to Sean, separating Luna from him. Enraged, she quickly walked over to the large round table in the banquet hall. She stood in front of Kevin and- suppressing the boiling anger within her–asked with a sweet and gentle smile, “Mr. Stewart, why didn’t you save a seat for me? You know about my relationship with Sean, don’t you?”

Kevin replied with a look of astonishment, “Oh, dear! Miss Palmer, it’s already 3.30PM. I thought

you weren’t going to attend the party.”

Joan’s cheeks reddened with suppressed anger. “How could I not attend the party…” she said, looking expectantly at Sean.

Much to her dismay, Sean paid no attention to her, being completely absorbed in eating the orange Abigail had peeled for him.

Joan knew full well that the man wouldn’t give her special treatment at this moment, especially since he was an investor. Since she failed to arrive on time, she had no reason to make a fuss just because her seat had been taken. Moreover, she had to maintain her public image in front of the

camera.

Abigail paid no attention to her. She was now making every effort to please Sean, hoping he would give her another chance to explain herself. This time, she was determined to talk nicely and not make him angry–all in the hope that he would help her retrieve the design draft.

Kevin persuaded Joan earnestly, “Miss Palmer, it’s recreation time now. Come on, don’t be so serious. The seat over there is pretty nice, too; just look up, and you’ll be able to see Mr. Graham.

That’s not bad, isn’t it?”

Joan was inwardly seething with anger, but outwardly, she gave in, saying. “Okay.” Reluctantly, she took the seat furthest from Sean at the round table, her heart filled with an even stronger loathing

for Luna and Abigail.

On the other hand, Abigail was delighted to see that Sean had eaten the fruit she had offered, which he usually liked. She suggested in a more relaxed tone, “Mr. Graham, would you like another bottle

of soda?”

Sean raised his eyelids and glanced at her before nodding slightly.

This ambiguous look in his eyes was captured on the live broadcast.

The netizens who had initially found the tea party boring were now captivated by the way he

looked at Abigail.

One of them commented, ‘Is it just my imagination, or is Sean Graham really looking at Alana’s

assistant in a way that suggests some sort of romance?‘

Another replied, ‘I agree with you…. I’m twisting like a pretzel in my bed now. What a look in the

eyes of an ultimate charmer!‘