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

hair, she greeted Dahlia with a smile, “Hi,

of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

have to get out. I’ll bring it to you and

stole a look at the

that Dahlia would realize what was happening

to a quick decision–pinching

had pinched, but it was hard and even

little. Sean’s expressionless face winced

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her actions, and blood rushed

on the bed and extended his hands

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you can

second, and his thin

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

the spoon, and delivered it

Abigail was speechless and

Sean was expecting her to do and looked him in the eyes steadily.

gaze from her face to the

he wasn’t going

person and

still found it a

it was the first time. She knew

heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that Sean

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that Sean would help her, she

don’t like

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had

up in her mouth

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

in

the pudding Sean was feeding her

Dahlia wasn’t going to leave

were sitting and facing the same direction, Sean would

while

was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red lips

with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy

ripe peach under the

discretely as he held the spoon still in the air