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

hair, she greeted Dahlia with a smile,

of bed when Dahlia

bring it to

look at the blankets which

would realize what was happening if she

came to a quick decision–pinching Sean

had

fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as he

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actions, and blood rushed to

and extended his hands to

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instructed. “Okay, you

for a second, and

tray on the bedside table next to him, picked up

some pudding with the spoon, and delivered it

point, Abigail was speechless and confused.

expecting her to do and looked him in the eyes

his gaze from her face to

wasn’t going to put it

she wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

whole years, she still found it a

front of others, especially since it was

still fluttered against

reminding her that

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that Sean would help her, she thought

before saying, “I don’t like to

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in dismay as the pudding

end up in her mouth

“Oh, it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr.

food in his

breathed deeply and ate the pudding Sean was feeding her

going to leave until she had the pudding.

the same direction, Sean

face while holding

soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red lips

from the dessert, giving off a

a ripe peach

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