The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 13

After Abigail finished washing up, she placed the blankets on the couch and

snuggled in when a knock came at the door. She jerked upright with a

bounce as she whispered urgently to Sean, who was in bed, “Did you lock the

door?”

Sean narrowed his eyes at her and asked loudly, “What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Sean, it’s me,” Dahlia said. “Old Mrs. Graham prepared some pudding

earlier and would like you to try some. I’ll be coming in now if you’re still

awake.”

The knob turned and opened with a click.

Abigail literally jumped up from the couch and stuffed the blankets under the

bed while Dahlia was passing through the corridor into the bedroom area.

After that, she flipped open Sean’s blankets and slipped in like a fish. The

moment she slipped in, she accidentally hit his chest and they both grunted.

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This noise sounded amorous at night, and Dahlia stopped abruptly while

walking in. Then, she asked tentatively, “Mr. Sean and Ms. Abigail… May I come

in?”

Sean gritted his teeth as he glanced at the head with the top sexposed

hidden beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his eyes.

“Come in,”

Abigail played along and climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened

Dahlia with a smile, “Hi,

to get out of bed

it to you and take it away once

look at the blankets which were not completely

realize what was

decision–pinching Sean hard

which part she had pinched, but it was

expressionless face winced for

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to

unfortunate recipient of her actions, and blood rushed to his

extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass

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him as instructed.

for a second, and his thin lips smirked.

the tray on the bedside table next to him, picked up the

the spoon, and delivered

speechless and

do and looked him in the

his brows, shifting his gaze from her face to the spoon

he wasn’t going

she wasn’t a pretentious person

found it a little awkward to be so lovey–dovey

front of others, especially since it was the first time.

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her chest.

her rationale was reminding her that

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that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

before saying, “I don’t like to eat

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the

end up in her mouth and hurriedly

time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

in his

the pudding Sean

to leave until she had the

the same direction,

while holding the

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin,

the dessert,

ripe

discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for