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.

scared, share a room with someone,” said

slammed her head on his taut arm, and her head buzzed. Sean’s arm got numb as well. He looked at Abigail and pulled back his arm, and then he held.

Sean held her and turned

yet you still took the call. Grandma doesn’t sleep deeply. You could’ve woken

me?”

was an accident. I just wanted to stretch my

her. “Do I look gullible

sleep.”

hand on her waist and slid it

said quietly, “Grandma’s right beside us. Are

been wanting us to have kids. Sean looked

she blushed. “We can’t

waist. He huddled closer and said imposingly,

struggled and

with, and it

quiet, you guys,

leaned in Sean’s embrace and didn’t move an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her waist, and he held her gently, pinching her softly. “We’ll be

the door, her face red. Abigail wanted to bite Sean. You can’t say that. She smacked

said, “You’re going at it

going at

sleep. Move anymore and

If it weren’t for the fact he’s too tired, he’d have gone