The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 193 Miss, Answer the Phone

In the following days, Abigail frequently visited the tea house, becoming a regular customer at Josh’s

shop. Once she was finished with her embroidery work for the day, she would head to ‘Serenity’ to

drink tea and brainstorm her designs while indulging in some pastries.

Josh would sit across from her at the table, diligently working on his woodcarvings. Currently, he was

carving a character from an anime, a commissioned piece. After some interaction, Abigail noticed that

he had a peculiar work style; he accepted commissions ranging from just single digits to hundreds of

thousands, solely depending on his mood.

Initially, she thought that the tea house might not be very profitable, but she now realized that his

woodwork was renowned online. The tea and pastries were more of an accessory to his art, and

carving was his livelihood.

She felt a bit tired from drawing and set down her tablet. So, she watched as he lowered his head and

observed the character in his hands while sipping her tea. Since she wasn’t very familiar with this field,

she couldn’t make much sense of it despite having observed him in his element for at while.

Josh had a mature appearance, resembling that of an old cadre. Yet, his mindset was up-to-date with

the younger generation. He had a broad range of interests, including gaming, anime, and

movies.

I can tell you don’t surf the internet often,” he suddenly said.

When she heard this unexpected comment, she nearly choked on her tea. She suppressed her urge to

cough and replied, “Yes, I don’t pay much attention to things outside the design community.”

“Well, that can be a good thing,” he said.

They continued their conversation casually, discussing various topics as the day slowly turned into

night.

As Abigail left the tea house, she looked at the streetlights and suddenly realized that Sean hadn’t

contacted her in several days. She had planned to personally give him the antique puzzle ball, but

since he was infuriated over her giving gifts to others, she decided to drop the idea.

She lowered her head to check her phone and saw that her Uber driver was a few minutes away.

“What the heck, Miss? Why aren’t you answering your phone again?” In L.Moon Studio, Luna was

becoming increasingly anxious. She had made over 20 calls to Abigail, all without a response. In the

end, she got so frustrated that she decided to call Kevin.

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“Both you and Sean are unbelievable. You call me when you can’t find your bestie, and he calls me

when he can’t find his wife. I might as well resign and become Abigail’s maid!” Kevin complained,

clearly irritated by being awakened so early.

“I haven’t been able to reach her since last night. Did she have another fight with Sean?” she asked.

Kevin, who was snuggling under his blanket, muttered, “I suppose. She’s given gifts to all the men she

knows except for him. I imagine they had a big argument. I haven’t heard from Sean in days.”

Regardless of that, she was currently so anxious she couldn’t help but grab her hair and bounce

around in place. “But I need to contact her urgently!” Lexie had a few days off and wanted to meet

Alana. Now, with this situation, she was sure Lexie would be angry.

“Miss, I can’t do anything even if you make a fuss here. I’m very sleepy. Find Sean…” he said, followed

by shallow breaths.

“Abigail sent you a gift, right?” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“I know she’s good to me, but I only slept at 3.30AM last night, and it’s only 7.30AM now. Are you trying

to kill me?” He sounded mournful.

“Please, just ask Sean for me, and I won’t bother you anymore,” she pleaded.

“Oh, please. I only received a small griffin pendant. Don’t make me sacrifice my life for it,” he begged

while clutching his blanket.

So, it was an even more infuriated Luna who hung up on him. How can he be brothers with Sean when

he’s this timid?

Just as she felt completely helpless, she received a message from Abigail. I’m learning now, and they

don’t allow me to check my phone frequently to prevent anyone from stealing their techniques. Do you

need anything?”

Luna found this rather odd. In the past, when Abigail learned embroidery and some very difficult

techniques, people were eager for her to promote those techniques everywhere. After all, these

intangible cultural heritage techniques were at risk of being lost. Young people were unwilling to endure

the hardships required to learn them, so the old masters and craftsmen were eager for her to help

promote them and find more apprentices to carry on the traditions.

“Lexie wants to meet you. You need to come back now. You can keep learning those skills later and

hurry back.

“I really can’t make it back. I’ll explain it to you when I get back. It’s hard to explain through text.

Luna couldn’t fathom what kind of technique Abigail needed to be so secretive. Soon, she received

several images of embroidery designs from Abigail, and her eyes lit up when she saw

them.

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‘I’ll try to talk to her. After all, it’s a dress worth 1.5 million; perhaps she wants to give Lexie a surprise,

so she couldn’t reveal it yet.

At the same time, inside a pitch-black room with metal walls, a man wearing a cap and a face. mask

placed Abigail’s phone down and answered another call.

“Is the smuggling route confirmed? We’ll sell the merchandise directly at the farthest industrial park.

You can handle it as you see fit. Don’t worry. The merchandise is of excellent quality. She has delicate

skin, and she’s been married before, experienced enough to handle all of you.”

Abigail, still dazed, struggled to comprehend the words due to her disoriented state. She felt utterly

drained, and her last memory was getting into a cab. When she woke up, it was like this.

The man glanced at the motionless Abigail on the ground and couldn’t help but smirk. We have

invested significant time and effort, creating countless seemingly coincidental encounters. Finally, we

captured her stealthily.

Is the video ready yet? If Sean becomes suspicious, our smuggling operation could fail.”

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