The Spare Wife

Chapter 227

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

you supposed to be at

eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on

her eyes. Was he

table, she

were three dishes

expect you to be able to cook these

the aroma of the food, she found her

you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex,

the table, chatting

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

short while before she

back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some

stomach began

touched her stomach, letting out

quite a bit for lunch. How had

was a knock on the

up, wondering if it was time

scent was

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

able to finish

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

she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled so

at the dining table, Abigail patiently

with a large iron pot.

he placed the pot on the table that Abigail

these?” Abigail’s

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

that sometimes men

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