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

messy hair, she greeted Dahlia with a

of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped her.

to

Abigail stole a look at the blankets

Dahlia would realize what

quick decision–pinching

she had

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

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unfortunate recipient of her actions, and blood

up on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass it to

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passed it to him as instructed.

for a second, and his

bedside table next

with the spoon, and delivered it

this point, Abigail was speechless

and looked him in

her face to the spoon and

that he wasn’t going to put

pretentious person and had sincerely

still found it a little

others, especially since it was

her heart still fluttered against her chest.

her rationale was reminding her

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didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she

“I don’t like

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in dismay as the pudding

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

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

food in his

ate the pudding Sean was

Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she had the

sitting and facing the same direction, Sean

face while holding

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin,

liquid from the dessert,