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 a

get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

it to you and take it

at the blankets which

Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

decision–pinching Sean hard under the

which part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

face winced

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her actions, and blood rushed

the bed and extended his hands

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it to him as instructed. “Okay, you

turned rigid for a second, and

tray on the bedside table next

pudding with the spoon, and delivered it to

this point, Abigail was speechless and

do and looked him in the eyes steadily.

her face

going to put

a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

a

of others, especially since it was

pretense, but her heart still fluttered against

rationale was reminding her that Sean

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Sean would help her, she

before saying, “I don’t

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had already reached

up in her mouth and

only this one time. Don’t

in

deeply and ate the pudding Sean was feeding

going to leave until she

sitting and facing the

while

soft, just

sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a

like a ripe peach under

gulped discretely as he held the spoon still