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

messy hair, she greeted Dahlia with

of bed

out. I’ll bring it to you and take it away once

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not completely hidden,

that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under

had no idea which part she had pinched, but it was hard and

Sean’s expressionless face

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her actions, and blood rushed to his

on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass it

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passed it to him as instructed. “Okay,

for a second, and his thin lips

the tray on the bedside table

with the spoon, and delivered

speechless and confused. Frankly,

Sean was expecting her to do and looked him

from her face to the

going to put it

pretentious person and had sincerely loved

still found it a little awkward

especially since it

still fluttered against

her rationale was reminding her that

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didn’t expect that Sean would help her,

saying, “I don’t like to

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the pudding that had already

up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to

this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr.

food in his

ate the pudding Sean was

to leave until

the

face while holding the

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

the dessert, giving off a glossy

a ripe peach

as he held the spoon still in the air