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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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

she greeted Dahlia with a smile,

was about to get out of bed

it to you and

a look at the blankets which

realize what was happening if she

quick decision–pinching

part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as

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actions, and blood rushed to his face.

extended

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passed it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

hands turned rigid for a second, and his thin lips

tray on the bedside table next to him, picked

some pudding with the spoon, and

speechless and confused. Frankly, she

expecting her to do and

gaze from her face

that he wasn’t going

wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

she still found it a

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

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

reminding her

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

saying, “I don’t like to

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in dismay as the pudding that had

didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over

this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean

food in his

the

that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave

the same

her face while holding

just like

sugary liquid from the