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

hair, she greeted Dahlia with a smile,

get out of bed when

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

look at the blankets which were

that Dahlia would realize what was

came to a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under the

idea which part she had

fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face

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and blood rushed to

the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass

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

for a second, and

the bedside table next to him,

some pudding with the spoon, and delivered

was speechless and confused. Frankly,

Sean was expecting her to do and

his brows, shifting his gaze from her face to the spoon

going to put it

person and

still found it a little awkward to

in front of others, especially since it was the first

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that

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

“I don’t like to

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had already

up in her mouth and hurriedly

Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

in his

deeply and ate the pudding Sean

that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she had the

the same

her face while holding

was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her

from the dessert,