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

Don’t try to save money

Analise replied in a low

last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed

secret.

moment,

Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around her. She

day, if your eyesight deteriorates,

you on about… I’ll get proper treatment,

voice carried a hint

by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care

Colby saw her, he put down what he was doing and asked in

come with you?”

even busier after returning from his business trip, so I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied

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

out

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

tea, too.”

on Colby’s face. “Did your

leaving tomorrow. She can’t stay in the city for long. She gets restless cooped up

were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was still upset

“What are

you appreciate it?” Colby immediately

to. I’d rather see my grandson

lips as she

pursed her lips as she felt

“Do you think

child?”