Chapter 69


    Chapter 69 You’re Trying to Please Me


    Abigail thought, Joan’s just a homewrecker, yet so shamelessly arrogant. Does she think she can just


    bully me?


    Luna couldn’t help but smile faintly. There was a mocking tone in her voice as she replied, “Don’t worry,


    I have my own ns.” Before this, they were losing their edge, so she didn’t find it. appropriate to say


    anything to the media. This time, if Joan refused to apologize publicly, Luna


    wouldn’t let her off the hook either!


    After the three hours of tea–brewing and snack–making had passed, Abigail gathered her belongings


    and returned to her room. As she settled down, a knock on her door disrupted her moment of rest. She


    assumed it was Luna who wanted to discuss the draft. So, she quickly got up and opened the door.


    Before Abigail could say anything, Sean barged into her room.


    Startled, she nced outside. She ensured no cameras were following him and closed the door.


    “Why are you acting like we’re having an affair?” Sean’s voice sounded from behind Abigail. Before she


    could react, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.


    She tried to break free, saying, “It’s not the right time…”


    Sean wrapped his arm around Abigail as he closed the door with his free hand. After securely locking


    it, he took her hand and pressed her against the door, their bodies intimately close.


    She could feel his warmth radiating through his thin shirt. It sent shivers across her skin and raised


    goosebumps.


    “You’re trying to please me today, right?” He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice deep and


    suggestive.


    Her voice trembled as she replied, “You did say I should pay you back.”


    Sean’s embrace always made Abigail feel vulnerable. Perhaps that was the unique attraction between


    a married couple. Even if he didn’t express affection openly, they were remarkablypatible in bed,


    His lips brushed against her fair neck. After a while, he whispered, “I noticed many male models


    checking you out today.”


    It was her first time wearing a dress like that, so she couldn’t be bothered about other things. She bit


    her lip, remembering thest time they’d been intimate.


    Just as Sean was about to take the next step, a dull knocking echoed outside. Someone was knocking


    on his room door. Abigail suspected it was Joaning to speak with him. Abigail held his eager


    hands and said softly, “She’s looking for you. Aren’t you going out?”


    “Now?” His voice sounded a little higher than usual.


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    Abigail angled her head to look at him. Pursing her lips, she whispered, “I didn’t mean it that way.” She


    knew Sean was reminding her of their hidden marriage. If he left now, it might suggest their rtionship


    was deeper than it seemed.


    He gazed into her eyes. Just as he was about to kiss her, his phone suddenly vibrated. She watched as


    he retrieved his phone and silenced it. She knew Sean was still concerned that Joan would discover


    their rtionship.


    Suddenly, his strong, passionate grip on her waist rxed. He took his phone and walked over to the


    window. He answered the call. “Hello, what’s the matter?”


    Looking at Sean’s back, Abigail felt the warmth at her waist fade. A momentter, the bitterness and


    disappointment in her heart was reced by calmness. She walked over to a nearby couch and sat


    down, feeling bored. She grabbed her notebook and started doodling absentmindedly.


    “I’m not in my room right now. If you need something, we can talk about it tomorrow,” he


    answered Joan’s question calmly.


    Joan said something, and Sean turned around to look at Abigail. Momentster, he hung up and


    frowned.


    “Did you know Luna posted online, demanding Joan apologize publicly?” He leaned against the window


    and calmly shared the news with Abigail.


    She regarded him with curiosity. “No, what happened?”


    Sean put his phone away and approached her. Standing before Abigail, he gently pinched her chin and


    spoke softly, “Tell Luna to tone it down a bit. If she keeps causing a scene, it won’t benefit the


    production team or herself.”


    She met his gaze and asked, “Are you suggesting that Miss Smith should just ept the loss? Even if


    Joan ndered-”


    He interrupted her, saying, “Abigail, you know very well whether or not it was nder. The draft was


    indeed lost. You can’t deny that, can you?”


    Abigail maintained a calm demeanor as she locked eyes with Sean. Feeling slightly uneasy under her


    gaze, Sean furrowed his brow and said, “I helped you resolve the issue. This incident is in the


    past now.”


    Gripping the couch tightly, she felt injustice in her heart. “Got it.”