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 and get

at work?” Abigail

I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on

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

the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in

inspection, there were three dishes and

to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.”

the aroma of the food, she found her mouth

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

sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends

the afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions

for a short while before she started to keep herself

get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her

began to

put down her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a slight

felt like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

a

wondering if it was time

scent was so

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

be able to finish everything before June, Abigail

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

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

Abigail patiently waited for Sean to

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

on the table that Abigail

get these?” Abigail’s

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

to herself that sometimes men could be