The Spare Wife

Chapter 94 Full Preparation

Sean knew no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t hold a pot that was almost filled with water

with one hand. The pot tilted, and the water, clams, and greens fell onto the cooktop. The fire was put out. Sean’s shirt, pants, and leather shoes were soiled by the grease and water. Clams and greens fell from the counter, and they clanged when they fell to the ground.

Abigail was holding the basin. She curled up a little as she retreated, staring at Sean in innocence.

and fear. Sean wanted to dunk the pot on her head. He glared at her. “Are you getting back at me?”

Abigail shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“You’d better not mean it, Abigail.” Sean, for once, got angry, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” Julie held Analise, and they came to the kitchen.

Abigail quickly said, “Just a little accident. It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”

Sean put the pot down. “I’ll order delivery.” He lost the mood to cook. In the first place, he only

wanted to make something good to make Analise happy, and then this happened.

Noticing his bad mood, Analise shot Abigail a reproachful look. She quickly asked Julie to hold her

quickly. “Are you hurt, Sean? I’m sorry, Abigail’s a

was an elder, she got scared when she

looking gloomy.

He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright. We’ll just

Julie will do it. She’s familiar with this.” Analise

his greasy shirt and pants, and he felt like fainting

quickly huddled closer to Analise, and

off his clothes and sniffed around. He then

the air. Sean tossed the tissue and came to the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams and greens away. He quickly

gas.

“I’m

made a mountain out of a molehill, but at that moment, she was worried Sean might

cleaned the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes in the closet. Why don’t you take

you talk, the more I wanna smack you,‘

They finished cleaning the kitchen, and Sean went into the bathroom to

Julie finished making their order. Analise looked at Abigail, a little resigned. “He’s so nice to you. And you can cook too. What was with

don’t talk about that anymore, Grandma.” She clutched her hair, looking dejected. A while of chatting later, Abigail

room and locked the door. She slowly went to

clothes and a towel,” said Sean

he must’ve left all the necessities outside on purpose. She grunted and searched the closet for Sean’s clothes. A while

standing behind her, and it

heart attack!” She glared at him as she tossed the