Chapter 87: We Are a Couple
Sean noticed she was curled up like an ostrich. He continued, “We are still a married couple, even on the show.”
Abigail pursed her lips, refusing to respond. Their relationship was private; only they knew. When Joan slandered her, he hadn't stepped forward to clarify their marriage. He only mentioned it in bed.
He looked at her. “No response?”
“It’s still early. If you leave now, it won’t be a big deal if someone sees you,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
He gave her a cold look. “Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”
Abigail struggled free, pulled up the blanket, and sat up. She looked at him gently. “I don’t want to cause Miss Smith any problems, or have anyone question the show.”
Sean snorted but said little, understanding Abigail's attempt to please Luna wholeheartedly.
He covered himself with the blanket, ignoring Abigail. Seeing his determination to stay, she was speechless and remained silent beside him.
Eventually, she fell asleep and awoke to her ringing phone. Sean was gone. She assumed he'd returned to his room. It was Luna calling. She answered, “What’s going on?”
Luna panted. “Are you in your room? I brought Victor back to my room, but he’s on a drip. Do you want to come over and wait for him to wake up?”
Abigail was about to respond when Sean emerged from the bathroom. He spoke casually, “If you feel any discomfort, feel free to call me anytime. I have some other matters to attend to, so I won’t bother you any longer.”
Her cheeks reddened. Luna, on the phone, gasped, then chuckled.
Seeing Abigail's blush, Sean calmly knelt beside the bed, pinching her chin. “Your face is so red. Still traces of the drug? It shouldn’t be; it’s been three hours.”
“N-No… You can leave now since you have work to do!” Abigail nervously pushed his hand away and buried herself under the covers.
He tugged at the corner of his lips, said nothing, and left. Her heart raced; she felt suffocated.
Luna softly asked, “Is he gone?”
“He’s gone… I’ll be right there.” Abigail felt utterly mortified.
“I’ll wait for you,” Luna said sympathetically.
Abigail freshened up, changed clothes, and went to Luna's room. Kevin was there, on a call. He raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile, intentionally raising his voice. “Mr. Graham, I won’t keep you any longer. Miss Quinn is here, and we need to discuss official matters.”
Abigail found his behavior inappropriate.
After hanging up, he looked serious. “Don’t worry. We’re currently investigating this matter.”
She glanced at the unconscious Victor. “How’s he?”
“We don’t know yet, but you needn’t worry about what he might do!” Luna said, glaring at Victor.
Kevin smiled. “If Victor did this alone, it’d have been obvious.” (This sentence was repeated in the original; I've removed the duplicate.)
His preliminary investigation suggested Victor's innocence.
Victor stirred, and all three looked at him. He opened his eyes, startled, especially by Kevin's teasing gaze, which weakened his legs.
The aphrodisiac had taken its toll; he was weak.
“Miss Smith, I had no idea! I just wanted to give Miss Quinn some medicine; I didn’t know I’d take it myself! I don’t even know when I took it!” Victor struggled to speak.
Abigail recalled their earlier drinks; everything seemed normal.
“I discovered the medicine you gave Abigail was purchased outside. I’m curious. Why would our production team need you to obtain medication from outside?” Kevin's eyes were cold.