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

was about to get out of bed when Dahlia

it to you and

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were

what

to a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under

she had pinched,

Sean’s expressionless face winced for a

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her actions, and blood rushed to his face. So,

the bed and extended his hands to

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him as instructed. “Okay, you can

turned rigid for a second, and his

the bedside table next to him,

the spoon,

point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly,

and

shifting his gaze from her face to the spoon and hinting

wasn’t going

a pretentious person and had

years, she still found it a little awkward to

it

but her heart still fluttered against her chest. On the

reminding her that Sean now belonged

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that Sean would help her, she thought about

“I don’t like to eat in

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in dismay as the pudding that had already

her mouth and hurriedly

it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has

in his

the pudding Sean was feeding

Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until

were sitting and facing the same direction, Sean would

her face while holding

skin was smooth and soft, just

liquid from the dessert, giving

like a ripe peach under

spoon still in the