The Spare Wife

Chapter 93 Nagging About Pregnancy

Abigail felt like she was just an extra.

Analise watched the young couple with a pleased smile. “You two aren’t getting any younger. When are you going to have a child?” she suddenly asked Abigail and Sean during breakfast.”

Abigail knew Sean hated being pressured about having a child, and she didn’t want him to misunderstand. She quickly replied, “We’re considering it. My health might not be the best, so I haven’t conceived yet. We’re trying, though.”

Sean remained silent, his face tense.

Analise nodded gently. “A woman’s chances of conceiving decrease after twenty–eight, and it gets even riskier after thirty. I’ll find you a traditional doctor. You should try some herbal remedies.”

In reality, Sean’s grandmother had already tried all of this.

Every time Sean received medicine, he would discreetly dispose of it and not give it to Abigail.

Abigail nodded and muttered in agreement, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Sean.

After finishing breakfast, Sean drove Abigail and Analise back home.

Julie was already waiting for them at home.

Sean and Abigail helped the elderly woman into her room, with Julie following behind.

“Julie, please take care of my grandmother. I’m going out to buy some medicine for her foot injury, and I’ll grab some groceries too.” Abigail stood at the doorway, looking a bit anxious at Sean, who had gone out.

“Go ahead,” Analise said, still smiling.

Abigail hurried out the door and saw Sean waiting for her at the staircase.

how touchy he was about his grandmother’s remarks

childbirth.

it, Sean had

he was upset with her

Old people tend to be naggy…

cut her off. “Is it her being

looked up at Sean, a fleeting trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then, let’s

papers now.”

with me right now,” Sean said, his voice

hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries

quite effective. Abigail planned to buy

her to

Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and she

of her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up

“Abigail…”

with my job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again,

head to look out of the

you?” Sean

my work,” Abigail

as you please,” Sean

busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

her room, using her tablet to

sending the drawings to Luna, there was a knock on

open and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you don’t even think

a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood up, heading

head slightly lowered.

his sleeves and stir–frying

it as an excuse to escape. “I’ll go