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

Dahlia

to get out of bed when Dahlia

out. I’ll bring it to you and take it

the

Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

came to a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under the

she had pinched, but

Sean’s expressionless face winced

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actions, and blood rushed to

got up on the bed and extended

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

hands turned rigid for a second, and his thin lips

on the bedside table next

with the spoon, and delivered it to Abigail’s

this point, Abigail was speechless and

do and looked him in the eyes

her face

going to

she wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

years, she still found it a little awkward to

especially since it was the first time.

heart still fluttered against her chest. On

reminding her that Sean

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help her, she

saying, “I don’t like to eat

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in dismay as the pudding that

mouth and hurriedly tried to

one time. Don’t fuss

in his

the pudding

wasn’t going to leave until she had the pudding.

the same direction,

face while holding

and soft, just like

sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine