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

childbirth.

her grandmother had mentioned it, Sean had hardly said a word, only

he was upset

people tend to be naggy… she

off. “Is it her being naggy,

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

papers now.”

with me right

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

medicine Victor had recommended to her was quite effective.

her to go

here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around,

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

“Abigail…”

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

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

of my

please,” Sean said

Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

room, using her tablet to explain the design details

sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room,

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

head slightly lowered.

stir–frying

used it as an excuse to escape. “I’ll

small hum in acknowledgment