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

Dahlia with

of bed when Dahlia

I’ll bring it to you and take it away

the blankets which were not completely

would realize what was

to a quick decision–pinching

which part she had pinched, but it was hard

face

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actions, and blood rushed to his face.

bed and extended his hands

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you

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

the tray on the bedside table next to him, picked

with the spoon, and delivered it to

point, Abigail was speechless

to do and looked

his gaze from her face to the spoon and hinting

he wasn’t going to put

person and had sincerely

whole years, she still found it a little awkward to be so

especially since it was the first time. She knew it

her heart still fluttered against her

reminding her

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help her, she thought about

saying, “I don’t like to eat

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watched in dismay as the pudding

didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to

only this one time. Don’t fuss

food in his

ate the pudding Sean

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

sitting and facing the

her face while holding

skin was smooth and soft, just like satin,

with the sugary liquid from the

like a ripe peach

gulped discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for a