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.

go back, promise me you’ll use

every month. Don’t try

not…” Analise replied in

go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose

secret.

moment,

morning sun shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around

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

about… I’ll get proper

a hint

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

what he was doing and

come with you?”

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

a hint of displeasure, “You didn’t have to!” Despite his words, he

rushed out of the

walked over to him and uttered softly, “The pasta

tea, too.”

immediately appeared on Colby’s face. “Did your

restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,” Abigail said while

Cornelie came downstairs. She was still

and said sarcastically, “What are you doing here? If you get hurt again, will you complain to

visit you. Can’t you appreciate it?” Colby immediately

rather see

her lips as

her lips

think she gets to choose whether

child?”