The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 227 All for Her

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

He was holding a plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and get ready for lunch.”

at work?”

inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of

he really working, or was he just on

the dining table, she noticed Sean

were three dishes

didn’t expect you to be able to cook these

the aroma of the food, she found her mouth

playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make

them sat at the table, chatting like

by the window, gazing at

for a short while before she started to keep

Sean was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her

began

and touched her stomach, letting out

she had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

a

quickly stood up, wondering if it

scent was

standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands

finish everything before June,

let’s have dinner first. You can

She was hungry too, and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It

the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for

a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to

wasn’t until he placed the pot on the table

get these?”

with a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some

herself that sometimes men

them all? Aren’t the kids upset?” Abigail licked her lips and got

hands.