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.

approached him nervously, aware of how touchy he

childbirth.

it, Sean had hardly said a word, only occasionally

he was upset with her

take her words to heart… Old people tend

cut her off. “Is it her being naggy, or

trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then, let’s go get

papers now.”

a fight with me right now,” Sean said, his

and then released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should

her was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy

joined her

care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and she needs

meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her

“Abigail…”

here with my grandmother on my own. If something like

and turned her head to look out of

aren’t you?” Sean looked at her

of my work,” Abigail

you please,” Sean

lunch, Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail,

her tablet to explain the design details to

she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there was a knock on

bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you don’t even think to help

I’ll go take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and

head slightly lowered.

rolling up his sleeves and stir–frying

to escape. “I’ll go keep your

small hum in