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

greeted Dahlia with

about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

to you and

stole a look at the blankets

would realize what was

came to a quick decision–pinching

no idea which part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

expressionless face

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and blood rushed to his face.

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

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instructed. “Okay, you can feed her,

for a second, and his thin

bedside table

the spoon,

point, Abigail was speechless

and looked him in the eyes

shifting his gaze from her face to the

wasn’t going to put

person

it a little

others, especially since it was the first

but her heart still fluttered against

was reminding her that Sean now belonged

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she didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for

“I don’t like

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as the pudding that had already

up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over

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

food in

and ate the

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

and facing the same direction,

while holding the

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

from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine

like a ripe peach

he held the spoon still in the air for