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.

and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and

be at work?” Abigail headed for

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

Was he really working, or was

she noticed Sean bringing in dish

there were three dishes and

to cook

food, she found

“Once you master cooking, whether it’s

the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

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

short while before

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

began

touched her

eaten quite a bit for lunch. How had she gotten

there was a knock on the

up, wondering if it was

scent was so

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

won’t be able to finish everything

that case, let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,”

and she was really looking forward

the dining table, Abigail patiently

large iron pot. Abigail craned her

until he placed the pot on the

you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

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

sometimes men