The Spare Wife

Chapter 227 All for Her

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up

to be at

eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side. I wonder how they

rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was

down at the dining table, she noticed

there were three dishes and

expect you to be able to cook

food, she found her

whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be

at the table, chatting

the window,

only sat for a short while

was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the

stomach began to

touched her stomach,

eaten quite a bit for lunch. How had she

a knock on the

wondering if it was time for

scent was so

asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an

to finish everything before June, Abigail

let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,”

She was hungry too, and she was really looking forward

they sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the

a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright

these?”

of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some

sometimes men could be really