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

about to get out of

get out. I’ll bring it to

look at the blankets which were not

what was happening if she was

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard

no idea which part she had pinched,

a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for

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her actions, and

and extended his hands

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passed it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

the bedside table next to him, picked

with the spoon,

Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t

expecting her to do and looked him

from her face to

wasn’t going to put it

though she wasn’t a pretentious person

found it a little

it was

but her heart still fluttered against her chest. On

rationale was reminding her that Sean now

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expect that Sean would help her, she

don’t

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the pudding that had

didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over

time. Don’t

in his

and ate the pudding Sean was

to leave

sitting and facing the

face while holding

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

the sugary liquid from the dessert,

ripe peach under

still in