The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 242 Don’t Accept Him

Abigail felt Sean’s gaze burning into her, making her uncomfortably fidget in her seat.

However, why should she feel uneasy? They were both divorced. What right did he have to look at her

so audaciously?

Her gaze shifted from Kevin to Sean’s face, and she asked straightforwardly and coldly, “Mr. Graham,

do you need something?”

Since Josh had not arrived, Eric was in no position to talk to Sean. Eric believed that she could handle

the tension between her and Sean. Hence, he silently perused the menu.

Sean calmly looked at her. “Enjoy your meal, Ms. Quinn.” With that, he turned and left.

Kevin had been waiting for Sean to say something mind–boggling. In the end…

Abigail hadn’t expected Sean to respond this way either. She watched him walk over to a table in the

corner with a dazed expression,

“What are we ordering?” Eric’s voice brought her back to the present.

She stopped staring at Sean and scanned the menu before ordering a few dishes. Then, she pulled out

her phone and started scrolling absentmindedly.

Sitting across from Abigail, Eric could sense her distracted mind. Her eyes occasionally glazed over,

and she seemed lost in her thoughts despite her attempts to conceal it. He observed her momentarily,

wanting to say something to break the silence but eventually deciding against it.

Just as she was absentmindedly scrolling on her phone, a message from Josh popped up.

‘I have something urgent to deal with. Tell Eric I won’t join you two since I have to head back to

Capitalis. Enjoy your dinner with him.‘

She looked up at Eric and turned to show him the message. “Mr. Pearson said he’s going back.”

His expression changed, clearly puzzled by what could be so crucial that Josh had to leave abruptly.

Suppressing his frustration, he rose from his seat. “I have to make a phone call. I’ll fill you in on this

later.”

“Okay,” she replied, her tone somewhat resigned.

Eric walked into the restaurant’s restroom and called Josh. The tension in his voice was palpable as he

began the conversation, “What’s going on? What can be more important than Abby?” he immediately

interrogated.

Josh replied, “Eric, you must promise me you’ll stay calm. Abigail might not be a Pearson.”

Eric’s hand trembled as he tried to process this shocking revelation. He couldn’t help but chuckle

nervously, “Are you joking? She is the best fit! She looks like you and your mother, whether in looks or

behavior.”

However, Josh dropped a bombshell, saying, “My family’s saying the girl they found is a perfect DNA

match.”

Eric’s disbelief was evident in his face, and he tightly pursed his lips, rendering him momentarily

speechless.

“Eric?” Josh tentatively asked.

“I don’t want to marry any woman but Abigail,” Eric finally spoke, his voice trembling with a sense of

torment. “Josh, you told me she was it. Now, you’re telling me she’s not Alana. What do you want me to

do? Ever since I knew she was Alana, ever since I saw her, my mind is constantly thinking about her.”

“I’m sorry. I was over–confident this time. Still, I won’t interfere in your love life. Don’t think of our

parents‘ promises as orders,” Josh softly said.

Eric immediately hung up.

After returning to the table, he found Luna engaged in a lively conversation with Abigail.

Abigail appeared gentle and patient, resting her chin on her hand as she listened to Luna’s excited and

happy chatter. Eric couldn’t help but be moved by the heartwarming sight as Abigail occasionally

responded with a warm smile.

He forced a smile on his face before walking over to sit across from Abigail.

“Have you ordered, Luna? Josh won’t be here. Something urgent came up. Sorry,” Eric explained to

Abigail and Luna.

Abigail instantly waved a hand and reassured him, “It’s nothing. Don’t look so dejected. There’s no

need for that. We can dine together next time.”

“Yes.” He nodded.

Noticing there was something off about his mood, Abigail soothingly said, “It’s fine. It’s not that

important.”

“I know,” he replied. However, he just could not cheer up.

He never could have thought Abigail would not be the daughter of the Pearson Family. Conflicting

emotions warred in him, messing up his mind.

“Let’s get drunk! What do you think, Eric?” Luna asked, already pouring Abigail a large glass of red

wine she had ordered.

Abigail swirled the wine around to aerate it, saying, “Yes. We must celebrate.”

After a few glasses, Abigail drunkenly stumbled into the bathroom. When she entered the room, she

found Sean standing by the sink, immediately sobering up. Once she calmed down from the surprise,

she pretended not to see him and moved over to the sink.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist. “What did Eric give you?”

When Abigail saw that Sean would pull her sleeve up, she other hand. “Let me go!”

mediately stopped him with her

Hurt shimmered in his eyes as he looked at her with suppressed fury. “You’ve hooked up with another

man right after our divorce. Are you heartless? Abigail, is your love for me that easily changed?“”

Detecting the scent of alcohol lingering on him, she started struggling. “That’s in the past! Is this a

joke? Do I have to love you my whole life?”

He tightened his grip around her hand and said in a pained voice, “Throw away the thing Eric gave you.

I will give you whatever you want. I can even give you my life. Just don’t accept him!”

The distress and reluctance he now felt were equal in intensity to the blunt and tactless manner in

which he had wished her a happy meal earlier.