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 he was

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean had hardly said

aware he was

people tend to

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

Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then, let’s

papers now.”

right now,” Sean

“Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get a bottle of

her was quite effective. Abigail planned

her

in the car, Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and

to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said,

“Abigail…”

my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother

finished speaking and turned her head to look out of the

you?” Sean

out of my work,”

please,” Sean said

the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna’s persistent calls for

her tablet to

she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there

bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your

look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood up, heading to the kitchen with

head slightly lowered.

his sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing

to escape. “I’ll

just gave a small hum in acknowledgment and went to