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.

of how touchy

childbirth.

grandmother had mentioned it, Sean had

he was

heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she

her off. “Is it her being naggy, or you

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

papers now.”

fight with me right now,” Sean said, his voice

go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get

effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle

her

the car, Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She

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

“Abigail…”

yourself with my job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something

turned her head to look out of

aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in mild

out of my work,” Abigail

please,” Sean said

busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

her room, using her tablet to explain the design details to

soon as she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there was a knock on the

tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you

her bag and stood up, heading to

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying

an excuse to escape. “I’ll