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.

nervously, aware of how touchy he was about his grandmother’s

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean had hardly said a

aware he was upset

people tend to be naggy…

her off. “Is it her being naggy,

pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool

papers now.”

me right

tightly clenched and then released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I

quite effective. Abigail planned

joined her

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

her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her tone less

“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?” Abigail cut off

head

Sean

out of my work,” Abigail replied

Sean

himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due to

tablet to explain the design details

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

her bag and stood

head slightly lowered.

sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing

it as an excuse to escape. “I’ll go keep

hum in