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

supposed to be at work?” Abigail

surroundings and caught a couple of

eyes. Was he really working, or was he just on

at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after

closer inspection, there were three dishes and

able to cook

of the 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

of them sat at the table, chatting like

Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions

sat for a short while before she started to keep

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

began to

needle and touched her stomach, letting out a slight

eaten quite a bit for

then, there was a knock on the

if it was time for

was

standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his

won’t be able to finish everything before

case, let’s have dinner first. You can

and she was really looking forward to what

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to

out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned

on the table

did you get these?” Abigail’s

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

herself that sometimes men could