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.

If you’re scared, share a room with someone,” said Sean

her back on Sean and 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

Sean’s grasp. Sean held her and turned her around. “What were you doing? Venting

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

that’s why you kicked me?”

was an accident. I just wanted to

her. “Do I

go back to sleep.” Abigail closed

on her waist and slid

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

have kids. Sean looked at Abigail

held his hand, and she blushed. “We can’t do

and said imposingly, “So,

up. She struggled

bed was small, to begin with, and it creaked when

quiet, you guys, even

and didn’t move an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her waist, and he

door, her face red. Abigail wanted to bite Sean. You

“You’re going at

am not going at anything.” Abigail grabbed his

pulled her closer. “Go to sleep. Move anymore and you’re

her cheek against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and said nothing more. If it weren’t