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.

My roots are in the village, and I can’t live in the city,” Analise said

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

every month. Don’t try to save

not…” Analise replied in a

your eyes won’t go blind. The doctor said last time that if

secret.

that moment, Analise fell

shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around

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

I’ll get proper treatment, so you don’t have to worry.

carried a hint

Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care for them much, she

her, he put down what he was doing

come with you?”

business trip, so I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied before changing her shoes and carrying a beautiful little

in her hand, he scolded her with a hint of displeasure, “You didn’t have to!” Despite his words, he still called out,

immediately rushed out

to him and uttered softly, “The pasta is made by Grandma, and there’s a box

tea, too.”

Colby’s

for long. She gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,” Abigail said while chatting casually with

they were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was

are you doing here? If you get hurt again, will you complain

you. Can’t you appreciate it?”

to. I’d rather see

pursed her lips as she felt

lips as

“Do you think

child?”

do it then? If he had the ability, would we

for her. Not only is she infertile, but she even said I brought the