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 when Dahlia hurriedly

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

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which

that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

quick decision–pinching Sean hard under

part she had pinched,

a little. Sean’s expressionless face

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of her actions, and blood

the bed and extended his hands

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed her,

a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

placed the tray on the bedside table next to him,

with the spoon, and

point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly,

to do and looked him in the

from her face to the

going to

wasn’t a pretentious person

whole years, she still found it a little awkward to be so lovey–dovey

it was the

still fluttered against her

was reminding her that Sean

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would help her, she

“I don’t like

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as the pudding that had

didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried

time. Don’t fuss

in

the pudding Sean was

that Dahlia wasn’t going to

sitting and facing the same

face while holding

soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red

from the dessert,