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.”

you supposed to be at work?” Abigail headed for the

surroundings and caught a couple of fish

her eyes. Was he really working, or was

down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing

inspection, there were three dishes and

to be able to cook these ordinary

food, she found

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

of them sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about

Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the mountains

sat for a short while before she started to keep herself

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

stomach began

down her needle and touched

had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

a knock

wondering if it

scent was

door and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron,

to finish everything

let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,”

and she was really looking forward to what

sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean

pot. Abigail craned her neck to get

on the table that

these?” Abigail’s mouth was

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

to herself that sometimes men could

Abigail licked her lips and got up to

hands.