The Spare Wife

Chapter 228

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.

closed the door She could still hear faint sounds

the food, but

as she couldn’t let Sean do everything; otherwise, she would end up

and continue her work, her phone buzzed, She picked it

hospital. She insisted on going home today. The doctor said she can recuperate at home, but you know her. There’s

piece of her mind. Her grandmother was

call

immediately dialed Analise’s

while, Abigail held her phone

out as soon as the call was

you’re on a business trip. How do

almost couldn’t bring herself to

Luna said you want to come back to the countryside?” Abigail went straight to the point

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

been a month so she could be discharged, but old people’s wounds healed slowly. Abigail was worried that if she came back too soon, her wound might get infected. She wanted to

they’re not allowing you to move. Anyway,

bit. “Abigail, I will take

me that your diabetes isn’t well controlled.

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