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.

if you must go back, promise

every month. Don’t try to save money

not…” Analise replied in a

if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry and no

secret.

moment, Analise fell

on Abigail, casting a gentle golden

if you promise me, I’ll let you return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I

proper treatment, so you

carried a

the Graham Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care

he was doing and asked in a

come with you?”

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

hand, he scolded her with a hint of

out of the

uttered softly, “The pasta

tea, too.”

appeared on Colby’s face. “Did your grandmother

the city for long. She gets restless cooped

downstairs. She was

look and said sarcastically, “What are you doing here? If you get hurt again,

you appreciate

I’d rather see my grandson instead!” Cornelie

pursed her lips as she

pursed her lips as she

silence, Colby scolded Cornelie, “Do you think she gets to choose whether she can bear

child?”