The Spare Wife

Compared to Abigail, Sean had become much lazier. Having experienced hardships, she did not feel much exhausted in this situation. The man, however, had never dealt with these practical household chores before. Being assigned by Alice, he thought his days were completely miserable. The only time he could relax was when Alice was absent.

“Let’s go!” Abigail pulled him, afraid that Alice would get angry if she came back. Despite Alice’s gentle and humorous demeanor, she took all the tasks seriously.

Reluctantly, Sean allowed himself to be yanked up. As soon as he stood up, he forcefully grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

Crashing into his embrace, she stared at him wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

He held her chin and gazed at her. “You give me more headaches than Alice. I can’t even take a break.”

“Alice will be angry if she sees no water. We’re asking for her help now. Can’t you be more sincere?!” She looked at him solemnly.

“Well, you’re right. Let’s go.” He grabbed her shoulder helplessly.

The two worked for half an hour and finally filled Alice’s water tank. Sure enough, as soon as they finished, Alice returned carrying a basket of things.

Abigail saw herbs and some unfamiliar items in the basket. When Alice entered the backyard and saw the full water tank, she nodded in satisfaction.

“After lunch, I’ll take you to a place,” she said, sitting on a small stool in the yard while tidying up the things in the basket and talking to the couple, with Abigail responding.

to connect a well to your house. What

paused, and she looked up at him. “Tired

immediately retorted. Her attitude was gentle, but

more barrels.

held Sean’s hand and stopped him from trying to persuade Alice. “Alice is right. After

so much effort when you’re young and strong?” Alice stated, putting the sorted herbs in a woven

would still have to consider fetching water every other day. Thinking about this, he

Alice took them to an old

of his house, and Alice pointed to the path and said to Sean and Abigail, “Tomorrow, you’ll help in the vegetable

on cobblestones was a way to maintain good health. Some parks in big cities had paths like this for white-collar workers to

nodded in

and walk for an hour, then do

Abigail immediately

good care of the vegetable garden. If the vegetables die, you’ll only eat radishes and pickled vegetables in the winter,” Alice said, then hunched and left.

her farewell and turned back to greet the energetic old man wearing