The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 93 Nagging About Pregnancy

Abigail felt like she was just an extra.

Analise watched the young couple with a pleased smile. “You two aren’t getting any younger. When are you going to have a child?” she suddenly asked Abigail and Sean during breakfast.”

Abigail knew Sean hated being pressured about having a child, and she didn’t want him to misunderstand. She quickly replied, “We’re considering it. My health might not be the best, so I haven’t conceived yet. We’re trying, though.”

Sean remained silent, his face tense.

Analise nodded gently. “A woman’s chances of conceiving decrease after twenty–eight, and it gets even riskier after thirty. I’ll find you a traditional doctor. You should try some herbal remedies.”

In reality, Sean’s grandmother had already tried all of this.

Every time Sean received medicine, he would discreetly dispose of it and not give it to Abigail.

Abigail nodded and muttered in agreement, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Sean.

After finishing breakfast, Sean drove Abigail and Analise back home.

Julie was already waiting for them at home.

Sean and Abigail helped the elderly woman into her room, with Julie following behind.

“Julie, please take care of my grandmother. I’m going out to buy some medicine for her foot injury, and I’ll grab some groceries too.” Abigail stood at the doorway, looking a bit anxious at Sean, who had gone out.

“Go ahead,” Analise said, still smiling.

Abigail hurried out the door and saw Sean waiting for her at the staircase.

touchy

childbirth.

had mentioned it, Sean had hardly said a

he was upset with

heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she tried to

impatiently cut her off. “Is it her being naggy, or you subtly

of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in

papers now.”

me right now,” Sean said, his

hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries

her was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle for

her

car, Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care

then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her

“Abigail…”

If something like this happens again, I

finished speaking and turned her head to

quite bold, aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in

out of my work,”

Sean said icily, falling

Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna’s

in her room, using her tablet to explain the design details to

soon as she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

pushed the door open and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and

go take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood up, heading to the

head slightly lowered.

stir–frying

as an excuse to escape. “I’ll

in acknowledgment and went to wash the