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.

plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up

to be at

surroundings and caught a couple

Was he really working, or was he

dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after

were three dishes and

didn’t expect you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

the aroma of the food, she

across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The

sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

by the

she only sat for a short while before she

to get some

stomach began to

touched her stomach, letting out a

bit

there was a knock

wondering if it was

was so

the door and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron,

be able to finish everything before June, Abigail

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

nodded. She was hungry too, and she was really looking forward to what

table, Abigail

came out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her

until he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw

these?” Abigail’s mouth

went fishing with a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with

sometimes men could be