The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 228 Must Not Owe Him

Seeing her happy, Sean smiled but didn’t say anything. Since Abigail didn’t want to bring up the past, he wouldn’t either. He cherished every moment he spent with her now.

Abigail felt thoroughly satisfied after this meal.

As Sean cleared the table, he asked, “You’ve always liked these, haven’t you?”

When she married him, the dietary restrictions at his home were strict, so Abigail rarely had the chance to eat these kinds of indulgent, heavy foods. She must have missed them.

“Quinn Village is close to the sea, and there are ponds around as well. I grew up playing around in these places. Of course, I like them, My grandmother is very good at making these dishes.” Abigail leaned back in her chair and wiped her hands, which were still faintly scented with oil, with a wet

cloth.

“I’m glad you like them. If you’re busy, you can go back to your room. I’ll be busy too,” Sean said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Abigail stood up, feeling a little embarrassed to ask. Sean had been the one helping her with meals all day. It wasn’t right to let him do all the work.

“No need, go do your thing.” Sean naturally wanted her to spend more time with him, but pursuing someone required patience.

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t insist.

room and closed the door

had been busy preparing the food, but his actions

something tomorrow as she couldn’t let Sean do everything; otherwise, she would end

continue her work, her phone buzzed, She picked

in the hospital. She insisted on going home today. The doctor said she can recuperate at home, but you know her. There’s no way she’ll obediently go home to rest. You

planning to give her grandmother a piece of her mind. Her grandmother was really something; she was starting to be

I’ll call right

immediately dialed

chat for a while, Abigail held

as soon

trip. How do

almost couldn’t

you want to come back to the countryside?”

just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down

she could be discharged, but old people’s wounds healed slowly. Abigail was worried that if she came back too soon, her wound might

to move. Anyway, you’re not leaving

bit. “Abigail, I will take good care

what happened? The doctor told me that your diabetes isn’t well controlled. Grandma, where

quickly said, “The doctor is talking nonsense! Of course, I’ve been diligently taking