The Spare Wife

Chapter 228 Must Not Owe Him

Seeing her happy, Sean smiled but didn’t say anything. Since Abigail didn’t want to bring up the past, he wouldn’t either. He cherished every moment he spent with her now.

Abigail felt thoroughly satisfied after this meal.

As Sean cleared the table, he asked, “You’ve always liked these, haven’t you?”

When she married him, the dietary restrictions at his home were strict, so Abigail rarely had the chance to eat these kinds of indulgent, heavy foods. She must have missed them.

“Quinn Village is close to the sea, and there are ponds around as well. I grew up playing around in these places. Of course, I like them, My grandmother is very good at making these dishes.” Abigail leaned back in her chair and wiped her hands, which were still faintly scented with oil, with a wet

cloth.

“I’m glad you like them. If you’re busy, you can go back to your room. I’ll be busy too,” Sean said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Abigail stood up, feeling a little embarrassed to ask. Sean had been the one helping her with meals all day. It wasn’t right to let him do all the work.

“No need, go do your thing.” Sean naturally wanted her to spend more time with him, but pursuing someone required patience.

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t insist.

her room and closed the door She could still hear faint sounds

had been busy preparing the food, but his actions

let

phone buzzed, She picked it up and saw it

doctor said she can recuperate at home, but you know her. There’s no way she’ll obediently go home to rest. You need to

been planning to give her grandmother a piece of her mind. Her grandmother was really something; she was starting

call right

Abigail immediately

chat for a while, Abigail held her phone and left her

out as soon

I heard you’re on a business trip. How do you have time to call me?” Analise sounded

her voice, Abigail almost couldn’t bring herself

the countryside?” Abigail went straight to the point considering her

Analise quickly tried to explain, “It’s just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down too much, and my

old people’s wounds healed slowly. Abigail was worried that if she came back too soon, her wound might get infected. She wanted to wait until

not allowing you to

voice softened a bit. “Abigail, I will take good care of

that your diabetes isn’t well controlled. Grandma, where did you spend all the money?” Abigail’s tone