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

get out of

to you and

a look at the

certain that Dahlia would realize what was

came to a quick decision–pinching Sean

she had

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

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recipient of her actions, and

up on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia.

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as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

placed the tray on the bedside table

some pudding with the spoon, and

this point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she

expecting her to do and looked

gaze from her face to the spoon

going to put

a pretentious person

it a little

especially since it

pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her chest.

rationale was reminding her that Sean

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expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

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

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dismay as the

her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

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

food in

breathed deeply and ate the pudding Sean was

wasn’t going to leave until she had the

the

face while holding

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

liquid from the dessert,