The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 94 Full Preparation

Sean knew no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t hold a pot that was almost filled with water

with one hand. The pot tilted, and the water, clams, and greens fell onto the cooktop. The fire was put out. Sean’s shirt, pants, and leather shoes were soiled by the grease and water. Clams and greens fell from the counter, and they clanged when they fell to the ground.

Abigail was holding the basin. She curled up a little as she retreated, staring at Sean in innocence.

and fear. Sean wanted to dunk the pot on her head. He glared at her. “Are you getting back at me?”

Abigail shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“You’d better not mean it, Abigail.” Sean, for once, got angry, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” Julie held Analise, and they came to the kitchen.

Abigail quickly said, “Just a little accident. It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”

Sean put the pot down. “I’ll order delivery.” He lost the mood to cook. In the first place, he only

wanted to make something good to make Analise happy, and then this happened.

Noticing his bad mood, Analise shot Abigail a reproachful look. She quickly asked Julie to hold her

hurt, Sean? I’m sorry, Abigail’s a

was an elder, she

looking gloomy.

shirt dry. He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright. We’ll just get delivery

will do it. She’s familiar with this.” Analise quickly smiled to ease things

nodded. He looked at his greasy shirt and

closer to Analise,

patches off his clothes and sniffed around. He

came to the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams and

gas.

“I’m

of a molehill, but

the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes

more you talk, the more I

cleaning the kitchen, and Sean went into the bathroom to

Julie finished making their order. Analise looked at Abigail, a little resigned. “He’s so nice to you. And you can cook too. What was with the kitchen

said quietly, “Please don’t talk about that anymore, Grandma.” She clutched her hair, looking dejected. A while of chatting later, Abigail heard Sean calling for

the room and locked the door. She slowly went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “What’s

me some clothes and a towel,” said Sean

thought he must’ve left all the necessities outside on purpose. She grunted and searched the closet for Sean’s clothes. A while later, she took the clothes and towel and

saw was Sean standing behind her,

I almost had a heart