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.

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

her soup. “Grandma, if you must go back, promise

every month. Don’t try to save money

not…” Analise replied in

treatment regularly, your eyes won’t go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry and no

secret.

that moment, Analise fell

sun shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow

return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I gotta return to your town

are you on about… I’ll get proper treatment, so

carried a hint of

pasta made by Analise. Although she knew

he put down what he was doing and asked in a

come with you?”

from his business trip, so I’m here to help

with a hint of displeasure, “You didn’t

immediately rushed out

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

tea, too.”

on Colby’s

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

Cornelie came downstairs.

are you doing here? If you get

to visit you. Can’t you appreciate it?” Colby

to. I’d rather see my grandson

lips as she

lips

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

child?”

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

she infertile, but she