The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Helping You Get Dressed

Sean sat down on the couch and looked at Abigail standing next to him. "I'll stay here tonight and head over to the police station tomorrow morning. Until this is resolved, you need to stay vigilant." "Who is it, exactly?" Abigail asked, her eyes cold as she looked down at him from her vantage point.

He held her hand and gently massaged it. "It's someone from my past, but I can't tell you."

She frowned and stared at him for a while before nodding. "I won't ask about that, but let me ask this. Why is it so difficult to locate the doctor from last time?"

"I can't replace any traces of him. He did not leave any evidence," he replied truthfully. He had been investigating the matter but could not locate any leads. It was as if the said doctor never existed. "Can I trust you?" Abigail asked as she looked into his eyes.

Sean tightened his grip on her hand. "Do I need to lie about something like this?"

Abigail moved to sit next to him. The doctor's last name is Palmer. Any thoughts?"

"Are

you suspecting it's related to Joan? I thought the same thing at first. Unfortunately, Joan hast never known that you're my wife, which is rather contradictory," he said after he analyzed the situation with Abigail. This contradiction left her puzzled.

"And this person who came to see you didn't know that you're my wife as well, so it might not be related to the doctor," he continued.

"I haven't offended anyone," Abigail confirmed.

"I'll handle this matter," Sean reassured her. "Focus on your work instead."

She stared into his eyes, genuinely curious about who was trying to locate her. "Sean, you've been keeping a lot from me. I want to know who's behind this."

"I can't tell you the details. I really hope you can understand," he said, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

She turned her head away and looked at him coldly. "If you want to keep it a secret, sure, but you don't expect me to understand."

Sean looked at her in silence for a while and nodded. "Alright, I shouldn't have said that you should understand."

"Since this matter is related to you, please handle it and ensure that it does not interfere with my work," Abigail mentioned, clearly unhappy.

She might have understood his reasons if he had been honest with her. Yet, he chose to keep everything a secret, which was something she couldn't comprehend.

"Have you taken a shower?" Sean asked Abigail.

"I've showered, but I don't have your clothes here. If you want to shower, you'd have to change into something else. I'll use the washing machine to wash your clothes, and you can wear them tomorrow," she told him.

He leaned in a bit closer and gently touched her cheek. "Can I wrap myself in your towel?"

"Sure, I brought two, anyway," Abigail replied, finishing her sentence as she went to grab one of her upused towels.

Sean entered the bathroom first before Abigail handed him the towel and prepared a set of clean clothes.

After he finished the shower, she sat on the bed, playing with her phone. He looked at her and smiled. "What are you doing?

"No condom," she replied indifferently, setting her phone aside and slipping under the covers.

He got into bed and gently hugged Abigail.

Her voice was low as she spoke, "It's been a while since you came home..."

She was silenced by the kiss on her earlobe, her body becoming pliant. She held onto the covers, making a sound of agreement without saying anything.

Sean's kisses rained down on her as he mumbled, "I won't let you get pregnant. Don't worry."

"Mmm..." Abigail's voice trembled.

The next morning, she woke up feeling drowsy. She heard someone talking and opened her eyes to replace Sean on the balcony, talking on the phone.

"Do you

have to take it this far?" He deliberately lowered his voice.

She looked at his back with a puzzled expression.

Tll be back by noon today, and you should return too!" he stated firmly.

Abigail immediately closed her eyes, feigning sleep.

Sean ordered breakfast for Abigail and then called her.

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She sat up and glanced at him before saying. "Give me my clothes."

He had thrown her pajamas on the floor the previous night and washed them for her earlier this morning.

"I washed them by hand for you. Shall I head to the hallway to grab your clean clothes?" he asked.

"Yes" Abigail nodded and was wondering who Sean had been talking to on the phone.

Scan retrieved her clothes and deliberately used his fingers to hold the intimate apparel before passing it to her.

Abigail snatched it from him forcefully and glared at him. "Turn around!"

"Do you want me to help you get dressed?" He moved closer to her, his eyes deep and seductive, making her blush and her heart race

She extended her leg out from under the covers and kicked him.

He reached out and held her ankle, gently caressing it with his fingers. "Why are you so irritable as soon as you wake up?"

"If you replace me annoying, the door is right there." Abigail sniped as she pulled her leg away.

Sean had a smile playing on his lips, but he still turned his back to her.

She did not know what he was smiling about and furrowed her brow in confusion as she wore her

clothes. "What are you laughing at?"

"Can't I do that?" He glanced at her from the side.