The Spare Wife

Chapter 244 Throw Out His Flowers
“I don’t mean to imply Eric likes you,” Luna said thoughtfully. “I thought about it last night. Something is weighing down on him.
Was he like that when you arrived? I felt so uneasy the entire evening.”
Abigail paused, thinking back to the night before. After carefully combing through her memories, she realized Luna was right.
However, the strange behavior only started after Eric’s phone call. Did that mean he was distracted because of Josh’s
departure? “Why did his strange behavior make you uncasy?” she asked, grinning as she read the documents.
“We were going to have fun, but then... Yesterday was a grand celebration for L.Moon! I thought it would be a lively party.” Luna
pouted. “In the end, everyone was there. Look what they did! All of them were acting weird, so how can I fully let my hair down?”
“Perhaps it’s a family business? I know Josh. If he’s going back immediately, it must be because whatever’s happening in
Capitalis is more important than our success,” Abigail tilted her head in thought. Was it because of the Pearsons‘ lost child? That
had nothing to do with her, but he kept saying they were family, so she would subconsciously keep an ear out for news on the
Pearsons. However, she merely spent a moment thinking about it before pushing those thoughts aside.
“Tell the cleaners to throw out the flowers from Graham International.” In Abigail’s mind, that was more important than Josh’s
business.
When Abigail arrived at L.Moon this morning, she saw the rows of flower bouquets by the entrance. All of them were labeled with
Sean’s name, which she considered an eyesore.
Luna curtseyed. “Yes, Ms. Alana. This one will get to it right away.”
Abigail laughed. “Go on, already.”
Later that afternoon, Sean drove past L.Moon and noticed the rows of flower bouquets by the entrance, but his flowers were
conspicuously absent. It was clear that Abigail had discarded his gift.
While sitting in the car, Sean’s expression grew dark, and Cameron didn’t dare to make a sound. After contemplating, Sean said
in a low, foreboding voice, “Let’s go.”
Cameron immediately drove away from the scene.

Inside L.Moon, Abigail was having lunch with her assistant. When her assistant saw the car parked outside the entrance finally
drive off, she commented, “Mr. Graham is finally leaving.”
Flipping through a fashion magazine while enjoying her lunch, Abigail looked up in question. “Huh? Who?”
“Sean Graham? When he sent the flowers, they needed several cars to deliver them. The shops opposite us were so jealous,”
the assistant said with a flair of exaggeration.
Abigail did not know why Sean was there. Unwittingly, she glanced out of the window.
“He’s gone, Abigail. Don’t you find that Mr. Graham pays too much attention to us? Someone might think it’s because a certain
someone is here,” her assistant teased with a gossipy chuckle.
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“Can focus on your food? Stop talking about random people when you’re meant to be eating, okay?” Abigail rapped her knuckles
against the back of her assistant’s head.
Sensing that Abigail did not like Sean, her assistant stuck her tongue out before falling silent.
Abigail thought everything would be over after the divorce. She had not expected Sean to haunt her instead. He was everywhere
she went.
Once home, Abigail slid the bracelet Er
gave her onto Analise’s wrist.
“Why did you buy this for no reason?” Analise asked, looking down at the ordinary–looking bracelet.
“When you press the button on this bead, you’ll turn on the GPS tracker. If anything bad happens, you just need to press on
that,” Abigail explained.
Analise was visibly awed.
“Who gave it to you? Eric?” Analise asked, admiring the bracelet.

“Yes, but don’t overthink it. I’m his business partner. It’s not strange for him to give us a few presents,” Abigail swiftly clarified,
afraid Analise might misunderstand the situation.
“Isn’t Eric good friends with Josh Pearson?” Analise abruptly asked.
Abigail subconsciously straightened up when she heard Josh’s name. “How did you know?”
I’m not a fool. Eric is a celebrity. I recognize him because the television always broadcasts his shows. That’s something he said
in a variety show,” Analise slowly replied. She had nothing to do in the city except watch the television all day.
Abigail held Analise’s hand. “Grandma...”