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

childbirth.

her grandmother had mentioned it, Sean

was upset with her

take her words to heart… Old people tend

her being naggy, or you subtly hinting

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

papers now.”

right now,” Sean said, his

hand resting by her side. “Let’s go.

quite effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle

joined her to go

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

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

“Abigail…”

yourself with my job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is that clear?”

her head to look

aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in mild

my work,” Abigail replied

you please,” Sean said icily,

the kitchen while Abigail, due

room, using her tablet to

the drawings to Luna, there

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

a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail come

used it as an excuse to

a small hum in acknowledgment and went to wash