The Spare Wife

Chapter 127 The Unwanted One

Sean’s lips traced her fair neck, and his hands began to wander. Abigail did not resist him.

Her body was heating up after she was kissed all over. When she looked at him, she asked with a trembling voice, “Why did you wear a white suit today?”

He did not answer her and kissed her lips.

When Abigail woke up the next morning, Sean had already left. She freshened up and headed to the living room, where she found Analise busy. Analise turned to her and asked, “Sean left early and

didn’t have breakfast. Did you upset him last night?”

“No. I’m going to visit his grandparents today. You don’t need to prepare lunch for me,” Abigail said

as she walked toward the kitchen.

Analise nodded. As Abigail walked out of the kitchen holding breakfast, her grandmother added, “I

made some pasta for you and Sean. I’ll put them in the freezer. If you don’t feel like cooking, just

reheat them.”

Just as Abigail sat at the dining table, she looked at Analise and asked, “Why? Are you going home?”

Analise nodded. “Yes. Living here is too restricting. I’m stuck at home all day and unable to do

anything. I’m not used to it.”

“After some time, I plan to buy a new house with a yard. You can plant flowers and greens in the

yard,” Abigail said anxiously.

“Why bother? My roots are in the village, and I can’t live in the city,” Analise said with a kind smile.

“Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you’ll use the money

try to save money on

replied in a low

said last time that if you keep this

secret.

moment, Analise fell

Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around her.

return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I gotta return

I’ll get proper treatment, so you don’t have

carried a

the Graham Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care for them much, she still could not come

was doing and asked in a friendly tone,

come with you?”

business trip, so I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied before changing her shoes and carrying a

hint of displeasure, “You didn’t have

rushed out of the

walked over to him and uttered softly, “The pasta is made by

tea, too.”

smile immediately appeared on Colby’s face. “Did

long. She gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,” Abigail said while

chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was

she gave Abigail an annoyed look and said sarcastically, “What are you doing here? If you get hurt again, will you complain

to visit you. Can’t you appreciate

rather see my grandson instead!”

her lips as

her lips

scolded Cornelie, “Do you think she gets to choose whether she

child?”