The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 59 Break Me

Abigail slung her bag over her shoulder before returning to her own room. If the draft that I handed to

Luna is gone, it probably means that we accidentally submitted them together. Abigail had made it a

point to double–check the rules, and she knew that the investors would get the opportunity to get a look

at the drafts first. They were the ones that would do the preliminary selections. In other words, Sean

would know if the draft with the shoeprint was there.

Abigail gritted her teeth before she gave Sean a call. He picked up the call just a few seconds after she

dialed her number. “What is it?” His voice was deep and devoid of much emotion. “Can we meet up for

a while? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Abigail tried her best to sound as gentle as

possible since she was the one who had a favor to ask.

“Now?” Sean sounded slightly louder the second time he spoke. There seemed to be a hidden

meaning behind his tone of speech. Abigail felt her cheeks turning warm. After all, she had been all

stubborn with him just a day ago, and she was already going back on her word one day after.

“Well, if you’re not free now, then I can talk to you on the phone. I left a draft at your place yesterday—”

she started. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Sean. How did you end up all the way in this part of

the garden?” Joan’s voice came from the other end of the line, interrupting what Abigail had to say. “I

have matters to handle. Goodbye.” Sean ended the call before Abigail had a

chance to finish her words.

After that, Abigail was left alone in the washroom. Her knuckles were white as she clutched her phone.

She let out a sigh before turning to walk out of the washroom. Pursing her lips, she paced back and

forth in her room for about 30 seconds. Then, a new look of determination surfaced in her gaze as she

grabbed her phone and headed out. In the deeper end of the garden… I think I

know where Sean is.

The fresh scent of plants greeted Abigail as she made her way through the thick flower bushes. The

path was windy, and she made multiple turns to get further into the gardens. She was just starting to

feel anxious when she made the next turn to find Sean standing close to a rose bush. Even though he

was dressed in a full black suit, his strong aura still made him more attractive than the bright–colored

flowers surrounding him.

Sean was on a call when he turned around to see Abigail standing before him. He curled his lips into a

mysterious smile before speaking into his phone. “I have to go now. We’ll talk soon.”

Abigail walked over without any hesitation. “Are you looking at flowers?” She wasn’t necessarily trying

to engage in small talk with him. Sean raised an eyebrow as he turned to glance at Abigail. “I’m

surprised that you managed to find me here.”

Abigail felt awkwardly exposed for a moment, but she was quick to return to her usual self. “Well, I do

have something that I’d like to talk to you about.”

Sean edged closer to her before leaning his body forward. “Did you get agitated after hearing Joan’s

voice?” Abigail took a closer look at him to figure that he was in a good mood–his expression seemed

laid–back and relaxed today. Is it because Joan was having a secret meetup with him here? An

inexplicable sense of frustration rose in Abigail’s chest as she lowered her gaze and softened her tone.

“No. It’s about something else. I wouldn’t come here just to bother you and Joan,” she uttered.

“Joan didn’t ask to meet me here. You’re the one who asked to meet,” Sean reminded her. She

looked up with a hint of puzzlement in her gaze. “So, you were waiting for me here?”

“I was just standing around and looking at the flowers.” Sean was obviously just using Abigail’s own

words to annoy her.

Abigail licked her lips as she subconsciously fidgeted. “There’s something I need your help with,

Sean…” Abigail paused before she could say anything else. Right then, Sean knitted his brows. Before

he got a chance to speak, Abigail clamped her hand over his lips before pushing him toward the rose

bushes. Sean noticed a look of fear and terror in Abigail’s eyes as he felt their bodies sinking into the

rose bushes. Abigail was worried that he would get scratched by the thorns, so she attempted to push

his back against the wall. This way, she would be the one exposed to the thorns.

All of a sudden, Sean resisted her actions and forced herself to switch spots with him. Some

rustling noises came from the bushes, and Abigail was in too much of a panic to wonder why Sean had

switched spots with her. Sean could feel the twigs of the rose bushes pressing against his back, forcing

him to edge closer toward Abigail. He still seemed rather relaxed as he focused his gaze on the

woman’s lips. She was biting her bottom lips. He could feel her soft figure pressed against him, and he

could even feel her curves as their bodies got closer to each other.

A pair of footsteps got closer to them then. Abigail wasn’t even breathing at that point, and she was

visibly anxious. The man eyed her in amusement. The footsteps outside sounded closer to them for a

while before they grew further away. Only then did Abigail let out a long sigh. She met Sean’s gaze and

soon realized that she was still pressing her hands against his lips. Her hand jerked away from his face

as if she had just touched something hot, but she then realized that their faces were only inches away.

She immediately pushed him away from her.

Sean felt his body being pushed backward for a while, but the thick bushes nudged him back into his

original spot. He bumped against her figure before letting out a grunt. “Don’t move,” he whispered.