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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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

hair, she greeted Dahlia

about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped her.

out. I’ll bring it to you and take it

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were

certain that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

quick decision–pinching Sean hard

part she had pinched, but it was

little. Sean’s expressionless face

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of her actions, and blood rushed to

and extended his

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him as instructed. “Okay, you

rigid for a second, and his thin lips

on the bedside table next to him, picked

spoon, and

this point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she

and looked

her face to the spoon and hinting

wasn’t going to put

pretentious person

years, she still found it a little awkward to be

since it was

heart still fluttered against her chest. On the

her rationale was reminding her that Sean

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expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

saying, “I don’t like to

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the pudding that

mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over

time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

in

and ate the pudding Sean was feeding

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she had the pudding.

facing the same direction,

face while holding

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red

the

ripe

spoon still in the