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 in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and

be at work?” Abigail

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

her eyes. Was he really working, or was

she noticed Sean

inspection, there were three

be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

the food,

sat 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 it. The

them sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

the afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at

short while before she

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

stomach began to

put down her needle and touched her stomach,

she had eaten quite a bit for

there was a knock

wondering if it

scent was so

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

to finish everything before

first. You

she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared.

Abigail patiently waited

pot. Abigail craned her

the pot on the table that Abigail saw

did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth

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

thought to herself that sometimes men could