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.

when he saw Abigail, he said

to be at work?”

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

her eyes. Was he really working, or was he

she noticed Sean bringing in

there were

to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

the food, she found her

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

at the table, chatting like ordinary friends

again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the

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

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

stomach began

her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a

bit for lunch. How had she gotten hungry

then, there was a knock on

wondering if it was

was so

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

to finish everything before June,

that case, let’s have dinner first. You can continue

hungry too, and she was really looking forward to

they sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently

pot. Abigail

the pot on the table that Abigail

these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have

to herself that sometimes men