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.

Sun,

Sept

Chapter 131 Don’t Like to Eat in Bed

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 smile,

about to get out of bed when Dahlia

I’ll bring it to you and take it away

stole a look at the

Dahlia would realize what was happening

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under

had no idea which part she had

little. Sean’s expressionless face winced

Sun, 24

60%

200tle to Eat

and blood rushed to his face.

bed and extended his hands to Dahlia.

3/6

it to him as instructed.

a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

on the bedside table next

pudding with the spoon, and delivered it to

Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she

and

from her face to

he wasn’t going to put it

wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

it a little

it was the first

heart still fluttered against her chest. On the

her that

Sun, 24 Sept

60

131 Don’t Like to

that Sean would help her, she thought

“I don’t like to

4/6

dismay as the pudding that had

didn’t end up in her mouth

this one time. Don’t fuss

in his

the pudding Sean was

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she

and facing the same direction, Sean

while

smooth and soft, just like satin, and her

with the sugary liquid from the

like a ripe peach under

spoon still in the