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 smile,

of

it to you

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not completely

Dahlia would realize what was happening

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard

part she had pinched, but

Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as

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and

and extended

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it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can

rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked.

the tray on the bedside table next to

spoon, and

speechless and confused. Frankly, she

and looked him

brows, shifting his gaze from her face to

that he wasn’t going to put it

person and had sincerely loved him

found it a little

especially since it was the first time. She

still fluttered against her chest.

her rationale was reminding her

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help her, she thought

saying, “I don’t like to

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in dismay as the pudding

her mouth and

time. Don’t fuss

food in

deeply and ate the pudding

going to leave until she

facing the same

while

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin, and

with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving

like a ripe peach under the

he held the spoon still in the air