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.

him nervously, aware of how touchy he was about his

childbirth.

since her grandmother had mentioned it, Sean had

he was

people tend to be naggy… she tried

cut her off. “Is it 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 get our

papers now.”

right now,”

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

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

her to

turned cold. “You should stay here and take care

Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail

“Abigail…”

things here with my grandmother on my own. If

her head

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

of my work,”

as you please,” Sean said icily,

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

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

sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

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

I’ll go take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood up, heading to the kitchen with

head slightly lowered.

sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables.

to escape. “I’ll go

in acknowledgment and went to wash the