The Spare Wife

Chapter 13

After Abigail finished washing up, she placed the blankets on the couch and

snuggled in when a knock came at the door. She jerked upright with a

bounce as she whispered urgently to Sean, who was in bed, “Did you lock the

door?”

Sean narrowed his eyes at her and asked loudly, “What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Sean, it’s me,” Dahlia said. “Old Mrs. Graham prepared some pudding

earlier and would like you to try some. I’ll be coming in now if you’re still

awake.”

The knob turned and opened with a click.

Abigail literally jumped up from the couch and stuffed the blankets under the

bed while Dahlia was passing through the corridor into the bedroom area.

After that, she flipped open Sean’s blankets and slipped in like a fish. The

moment she slipped in, she accidentally hit his chest and they both grunted.

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Chapter 131 Don’t Like to Eat in Bed

This noise sounded amorous at night, and Dahlia stopped abruptly while

walking in. Then, she asked tentatively, “Mr. Sean and Ms. Abigail… May I come

in?”

Sean gritted his teeth as he glanced at the head with the top sexposed

hidden beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his eyes.

“Come in,”

Abigail played along and climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened

Dahlia with

to get out of bed when Dahlia

get out. I’ll bring it to you and take it away once

at the blankets

that Dahlia would realize what was happening

decision–pinching

idea which part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for

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and blood rushed to

on the bed and extended his hands

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passed it to him as instructed. “Okay,

second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

on the bedside table next

with the spoon, and

point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t

and looked him

his gaze from her

going to put

wasn’t a pretentious person and

a little awkward

of others, especially since it was the first time. She knew it

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

her

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she didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

before saying, “I don’t like to eat in

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in dismay as the pudding that had

her mouth and hurriedly

“Oh, it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr.

food in his

ate the

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until

were sitting and facing the same direction, Sean would

face while holding the

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red lips

with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off