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

to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped her.

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

at the blankets

realize what was

decision–pinching Sean hard under

she had pinched, but it was hard and even

fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for

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her actions, and blood

on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass

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him as instructed. “Okay,

a second, and his thin lips smirked.

placed the tray on the bedside table next to him,

pudding with the spoon, and delivered it

was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t

and

gaze from her face to the spoon

that he wasn’t going

though she wasn’t a pretentious person and had

it a

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

her heart still fluttered against her

reminding her that Sean now

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that Sean would help her, she thought

“I don’t like to eat

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in dismay as the pudding that had

up in her mouth and

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

in

the pudding Sean

going to leave until she had

the same

face while

was smooth and soft, just like satin,

liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine

ripe peach

he held the spoon still