The Spare Wife

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 “You’re both busy, so I don’t want to trouble you. I know my way even when I’m alone.” Ana lise patted Sean’s hand, looking content. “It’s no trouble at all. If you say that, Grandma, are you treating your grandson-in-law as an outsider?” Sean’s voice turned a little sterner as he said seriously. Ana lise hastily waved her hands. “No, no, of course not! I’m just scared that you’re busy, so—” Sean interrupted her and said word-by-word, “No matter how busy we may be, you take priority. You’ll never be in our way.” Ana lise nodded, her smile so wide that she couldn’t close her mouth. During dinner, Sean took great care of Ana lise, so much so that Abigail didn’t 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 hadn’t reminded him about it before, she wouldn’t 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. “No, it’s okay, I’ll deal with that. Go and chat with Grandma.” Abigail gripped the tablecloth in her hands tightly, a look of terror on her face. “If I’m just chilling while her granddaughter busies around, she’ll feel

uncomfortable about it,” 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, “Do… Do you know how to wipe the table?” 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, Sean’s phone rang. He hastily set it to silent mode, then pointed outside. Abigail’s 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. It’s all an act. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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. “Um, are you going to hold a video conference now? Shall I send you back?” Sean lowered his gaze and glanced intently at her, then turned and looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s starting in 10 minutes, so I won’t make it if I head back now. Do you have a computer?” Abigail hastily said, “Yes.” 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, “Do you mind holding the meeting in my bedroom?” Sean walked toward her bedroom. “No problem.” 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. “If you’re tired, just go to sleep. The meeting may take a long time.” This meant that he would be staying over for the night. Abigail didn’t protest that. Instead, it was even good news to her. If not, she would have to tell Ana lise more lies tomorrow. After Sean’s 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 Sean’s car. Then, she slumped onto the chair. “Why do you look like you’re dying? Weren’t you going to get divorced? Why don’t you look happy?” Luna asked. Abigail sighed. “Sean and I were about to sign the divorce agreement in the

morning, but now, we didn’t get to sign it, and I have to beg Sean not to leave.” I fear Grandma wouldn’t be able to take it.