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.

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

you supposed to be at work?” Abigail

inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of

her eyes. Was he really working, or

she noticed Sean bringing in

closer inspection, there were three dishes and a

cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up

aroma of the food, she found

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

two of them sat at the table, chatting like

out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing

sat for a short while before she started to

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

began

and touched her stomach,

a bit for

then, there was a knock on the

quickly stood up, wondering if it was time for dinner

scent was

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

able to finish everything before June, Abigail

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

nodded. She was hungry too, and she was really looking

sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to

came out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her

on the table that Abigail saw the

did you get these?” Abigail’s

rather proud.

herself that sometimes men could be