The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 92 It’s Raining

“Take the call,” Sean said groggily. He took a deep breath, and he still sounded nasal. He was obviously annoyed by the call.

Abigail noticed that it was from Joan. A moment of silence later, she said, “It’s from Joan.”

Sean’s eyes snapped open, and he took the phone before answering the call. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s raining, Sean. I’m scared,” said Joan, her voice breaking up. She sounded like a crying cat.

Abigail looked at Sean.

“I’m not at the hotel,” said Sean, not as impatient as he was before.

Oh, so he’s going to go to her if he’s at the hotel? Annoyed, she stomped Sean’s calf.

Sean gasped in pain and looked at Abigail coldly. Abigail blinked innocently.

“You went out?” Joan asked, surprised. She knew Abigail took a leave because her grandmother was

hurt, but she didn’t know when Abigail would return. That’s a coincidence.

share a room with someone,” said Sean

got numb as well. He looked at Abigail and pulled back his arm, and then he held. Abigail by the back of her collar. “It’s late. Get some rest.” Sean lost interest in talking to Joan. He hung up and

grasp. Sean held her and

said Abigail quietly. “It’s late, and yet you still took the call. Grandma doesn’t sleep deeply. You could’ve

me?” Sean’s

accident. I just wanted to stretch my legs.” Abigail wouldn’t admit

“Do I look gullible

back to sleep.”

put his hand on her waist and slid

quietly, “Grandma’s right beside

said she’s been wanting us to have kids. Sean looked at Abigail

she blushed.

and said imposingly, “So, are

She struggled

was small, to begin with, and

the doorway. “Be quiet, you guys, even if you are family. The

an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her waist, and he held her gently, pinching

the door, her face red. Abigail wanted to

said, “You’re going at

not going at anything.” Abigail grabbed his

Move

to his heartbeat and said nothing more. If it weren’t for the fact he’s too tired, he’d have gone back to the hotel