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.

he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar

you supposed to be at

was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side.

couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was he

dining table, she noticed

were three dishes and

able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

food, she found

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.

table, chatting like ordinary friends about these

went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the

she only sat for a short while before she started to keep herself

the evening, Sean was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on

stomach began to

her needle and touched her stomach, letting

like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

was a

stood up, wondering if it was time for

scent was so

you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands were

able to finish everything before June, Abigail

first. You can

she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited

pot.

placed the pot on the

get these?” Abigail’s mouth

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

that sometimes men could