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

of

out. I’ll bring it to you and take

at the blankets which were not

would realize what was happening if she

to a quick decision–pinching Sean

part she had

expressionless face winced for a

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and blood rushed to his face. So,

up on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia.

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as instructed. “Okay, you can

hands turned rigid for a second, and his

table next

some pudding with the spoon, and

was speechless and

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

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

he wasn’t going to put

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

found it a little awkward to be

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

still fluttered against

reminding her that Sean now

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didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

don’t like

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in dismay as the

mouth and hurriedly tried

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

in

ate the

wasn’t going to leave until she

the

face while

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

from the dessert, giving off a glossy

a ripe peach

held the spoon still