The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 238 Fond of You

Sean treasured the items that Abigail bought, and he couldn’t bear to waste them, even though the intention behind the fruit basket wasn’t entirely kind. Xavien felt like Sean was inviting trouble upon himself.

Around noon, Analise woke up, and the doctor conducted another full–body check–up on her. The doctor remarked, “Her diabetes is getting serious. It seems she’s not taking her insulin on time, affecting her eyesight. Is she still going to be so stubborn?”

Abigail gave Analise a playful but stern look, and her grandmother bashfully averted her eyes, saying, “I’m getting old, and my memory isn’t what it used to be. It’s normal for me to forget things.”

“I’ve bought a house, so it doesn’t matter what you say–you’re not going back to stay in that village.” Abigail’s expression turned serious. “You’re not allowed to reject my offer again, or I might get angry.”

After this incident, Analise no longer attempted to argue with Abigail. The elderly woman gazed lovingly at her. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Abigail,” she said compassionately.

Abigail hesitated for a moment as tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s all over now, so everything’s fine.” She contemplated whether to tell Analise about Josh. However, she suspected that her grandmother already knew that he was the one who saved her. She didn’t bring it up, and she refrained from saying much.

“She can get discharged after this round of IV drips,” the doctor uttered before leaving.

Fortunately, Analise didn’t have any severe injuries after this incident. As Abigail was packing up, Analise let out a long sigh. “Joan shared a lot of stuff about Sean and you.”

After hearing her grandmother’s words, Abigail paused momentarily but soon resumed her actions. “What did she say?”

discuss this further. Some of the things I heard were unpleasant, and it’s embarrassing to talk about them, even after all these years. In the future, we can live our lives without having to worry about others.”

quickly cleared her mind of other thoughts before turning to give Analise an exasperated look.

“Alright. I’ll listen to you

treated him as one of Abigail’s friends. With

out of the ward.

Abigail knows someone as handsome as me shows she’s a magnet for attractive men. But do you think I’m good- looking? Even my grandmother

at him, puzzled, and asked, “Don’t you consider yourself handsome? You look as good as a

bantering with Analise. Did he not realize how handsome he was?

waiting for the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, Sean stood inside,

at Sean, appearing both

shifted his gaze to

neutral, avoiding Sean’s gaze and focusing on Abigail. Eric’s

on Analise’s arm but maintained

the hospital, Sean?” Analise wasn’t as cruel as Abigail–she caved and initiated a

directing her conversation toward Eric. “By the way, that TV show I was part

attention to him. “What’s the

likes it,” Abigail said

family; my assistant got hospitalized, so I came over to check on him,” Sean responded, his gaze fixed on Abigail. His clenched fists