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.

her soup. “Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you’ll use the

every month. Don’t try to save

replied

eyes won’t go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up,

secret.

that moment, Analise fell

a gentle golden glow around her. She

tender. “Grandma, if you promise me, I’ll let you return. One day, if your eyesight

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

a hint

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

he was doing and asked in a friendly

come with you?”

business trip, so I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied before

scolded her with a hint

rushed out of

him and uttered softly, “The pasta is

tea, too.”

on Colby’s face.

she’s leaving tomorrow. She can’t stay in the city for long. She gets restless

they were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was

“What are you doing here? If you get hurt again, will

visit you. Can’t you appreciate it?”

to. I’d rather see my grandson instead!” Cornelie

pursed her lips as

lips as she felt

“Do you think she gets to choose whether she can

child?”