Chapter 32
The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon
Chapter 32 âYouâre both busy, so I donât want to trouble you. I know my way even when Iâm alone.â Ana lise patted Seanâs hand, looking content.
âItâs no trouble at all. If you say that, Grandma, are you treating your grandson-in-law as an outsider?â Seanâs voice turned a little sterner as he said seriously.
Ana lise hastily waved her hands. âNo, no, of course not! Iâm just scared that youâre busy, soââ
Sean interrupted her and said word-by-word, âNo matter how busy we may be, you take priority. Youâll never be in our way.â
Ana lise nodded, her smile so wide that she couldnât close her mouth.
During dinner, Sean took great care of Ana lise, so much so that Abigail didnât have the chance to help out.
When Abigail looked at Sean, there was gratefulness in her eyes and also admiration.
I He was too good at acting.
If she hadnât reminded him about it before, she wouldnât know that this was all an act.
After dinner, Abigail cleaned up the table, then got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Sean, who never did house chores in his life, broke the record when he asked her for a tablecloth to wipe the table with.
âNo, itâs okay, Iâll deal with that. Go and chat with Grandma.â Abigail gripped the tablecloth in her hands tightly, a look of terror on her face.
âIf Iâm just chilling while her granddaughter busies around, sheâll feel uncomfortable about it,â Sean explained, then reached out his hand.
When Abigail thought about it, she felt that it made sense. After some hesitation, she passed the tablecloth to him.
Then, she asked carefully, âDo... Do you know how to wipe the table?â
Sean was speechless.
Her words were more or less insulting. Sean ignored her and went out with the tablecloth.
As Ana lise watched Sean wipe the table, then sweep and mop the floor in an orderly manner, the smile on her face grew in satisfaction.
By the looks of it, her darling granddaughter was pampered by her grandson-in-law.
If not, why would a noble young master from a rich family do household chores like this?
After mopping the floor, Sean finally chatted with Ana lise.
Just a few words from him were enough to make Ana lise smile happily.
From the kitchen, Abigail glanced at them from time to time. When she made sure that Ana lise was truly happy, she secretly let out a sigh of relief.
When she had cleaned up and walked out with a plate of fruit, Sean had already coaxed Ana lise to go to bed.
Right at that moment, Seanâs phone rang. He hastily set it to silent mode, then pointed outside.
Abigailâs house was small and not soundproofed, so she nodded when she understood what he meant: he wanted to go outside to answer the call.
Sean carefully got up and walked toward the balcony.
Seeing the tall man walking gingerly, Abigail pursed her lips and completely suppressed the emotions raging in her eyes.
Itâs all an act.
Chapter 32 Happy If she thought it was real, she would be the fool here.
Abigail sat on the couch, waiting quietly for Sean to come back from his call.
As soon as the balcony door opened, she shot up instinctively. âUm, are you going to hold a video conference now? Shall I send you back?â
Sean lowered his gaze and glanced intently at her, then turned and looked at the clock on the wall. âItâs starting in 10 minutes, so I wonât make it if I head back now. Do you have a computer?â
Abigail hastily said, âYes.â
However, the study was close to the room Ana lise was staying in; therefore, fearing that the noise would disturb Ana lise, Abigail suggested after a moment of hesitation, âDo you mind holding the meeting in my bedroom?â
Sean walked toward her bedroom. âNo problem.â
Abigail then hastily went to her bedroom and cleaned out a space on the desk for him.
Sean noticed Abigail yawning a few times in a row. âIf youâre tired, just go to sleep. The meeting may take a long time.â
This meant that he would be staying over for the night.
Abigail didnât protest that. Instead, it was even good news to her. If not, she would have to tell Ana lise more lies tomorrow.
After Seanâs meeting started, Abigail quietly hid herself. She washed up, then grabbed her blankets and set up a mattress on the floor.
The next morning, Abigail felt her body hurting all over as she returned to the studio in Seanâs car. Then, she slumped onto the chair. âWhy do you look like youâre dying? Werenât you going to get divorced? Why donât you look happy?â
Luna asked.
Abigail sighed. âSean and I were about to sign the divorce agreement in the morning, but now, we didnât get to sign it, and I have to beg Sean not to leave.â
I fear Grandma wouldnât be able to take it.