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 and get

supposed to be at work?”

an eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of

eyes. Was he really

at the dining table, she noticed Sean

were three

you to be able to cook these ordinary

the food, she

lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The difference is how it

them sat at the table,

Abigail sat by the window, gazing at

while before she started

get some local delicacies. Abigail was still

began to

down her needle and touched

bit for

then, there was a

stood up, wondering if it

was so

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

won’t be able to finish everything before June, Abigail

have dinner first. You can continue after

was hungry too, and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It

dining table, Abigail patiently waited

came out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright red

these?”

afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I caught more

to herself that sometimes