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

she greeted Dahlia with a smile,

of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

I’ll bring it to you and take it away once you’re

a look at the blankets which were

would realize what was

decision–pinching Sean hard

she had pinched, but it was hard and even

Sean’s expressionless face winced

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unfortunate recipient of her actions, and blood rushed to

the bed and extended

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as instructed.

rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked.

table next

some pudding with the spoon, and delivered

Abigail was speechless and confused.

her to do and looked him

from her face to the

that he wasn’t going to put

though she wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved

she still found it a little awkward to

others, especially since it was the first time. She knew it

still fluttered against her chest. On

reminding her that

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would help

before saying, “I don’t like

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had

end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over

Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean

food in his

and ate the pudding Sean

wasn’t going to leave until she had the

were sitting and facing the same

her face while

smooth and soft, just

from the dessert, giving

like a ripe peach

still