The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 127 The Unwanted One

Sean’s lips traced her fair neck, and his hands began to wander. Abigail did not resist him.

Her body was heating up after she was kissed all over. When she looked at him, she asked with a trembling voice, “Why did you wear a white suit today?”

He did not answer her and kissed her lips.

When Abigail woke up the next morning, Sean had already left. She freshened up and headed to the living room, where she found Analise busy. Analise turned to her and asked, “Sean left early and

didn’t have breakfast. Did you upset him last night?”

“No. I’m going to visit his grandparents today. You don’t need to prepare lunch for me,” Abigail said

as she walked toward the kitchen.

Analise nodded. As Abigail walked out of the kitchen holding breakfast, her grandmother added, “I

made some pasta for you and Sean. I’ll put them in the freezer. If you don’t feel like cooking, just

reheat them.”

Just as Abigail sat at the dining table, she looked at Analise and asked, “Why? Are you going home?”

Analise nodded. “Yes. Living here is too restricting. I’m stuck at home all day and unable to do

anything. I’m not used to it.”

“After some time, I plan to buy a new house with a yard. You can plant flowers and greens in the

yard,” Abigail said anxiously.

village, and I can’t live in the city,” Analise said with

soup. “Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you’ll use the money

month. Don’t try to save

not…” Analise replied in a

go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry and no longer kept it

secret.

that moment,

on Abigail, casting a

I’ll let you return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I

are you on about… I’ll get proper treatment, so you don’t have to

a hint of

made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care

was doing and

come with you?”

so I’m here to help out,” Abigail

a hint of displeasure, “You didn’t have to!” Despite his words, he

out

uttered softly, “The pasta is made by Grandma, and there’s

tea, too.”

on Colby’s face. “Did your

gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,” Abigail said while chatting

they were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was still upset about

an annoyed look and said sarcastically, “What are you doing

you appreciate

rather see my

pursed her lips

lips as she felt

silence, Colby scolded Cornelie, “Do you think she gets to choose whether she can

child?”

it then? If he had the ability, would we even need her? I found a

is she infertile, but she even said I brought