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

get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

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

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not

would realize what was

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard

had no idea which part she had pinched,

a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as he

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her actions, and blood rushed to

the bed and extended

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him as instructed. “Okay,

turned rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

placed the tray on the bedside table next to him, picked up

with the spoon, and

Abigail was speechless

do and looked him in the eyes steadily.

from her face to the spoon

he wasn’t going to

wasn’t a pretentious person

a little awkward to

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

but her heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that Sean now

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would help

before saying, “I don’t like to eat

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dismay as the pudding that had already

up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

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

food in his

the pudding Sean was feeding

that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she

and facing the same

face while holding

just like satin, and her cherry–red lips

the sugary liquid from the

ripe peach

the spoon still in the air for a while. “Is