The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Sean looked in the direction of Abigail's voice, pursing his thin lips for a few seconds before saying, "I saw two blankets on the bed in Grandma's room just now. She probably feels cold. Why don't you go get it?" Abigail thought for a moment. "Never mind."

If Ana lise truly felt cold, Abigail absolutely wouldn't take it.

If Ana lise realized something, then Abigail would be making it too obvious. She was wondering how she should sleep at night when Sean moved to the side, clearing a space on Abigail's side. He seemed to have understood the

situation. "Come sleep."

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Abigail was speechless.

She only struggled for a second before walking expressionlessly to the bed. She pulled back a corner of the blanket, then lay down stiffly. She even turned

off the bedside lamp.

She comforted herself, telling herself that they wouldn't be doing anything. After all, they had shared a bed before.

If he wasn't afraid, what should she be afraid of?

But as she closed her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She got cold easily, so as soon as summer was over, her hands and feet would feel cold. She could never feel warm under the blanket, and she didn't like turning on the air-conditioner, so as soon as she lay down, she felt unaccustomed to the warmth around her.

The man's familiar smell of hormones filled her nostrils as it mingled with the smell of the body wash and shampoo she always used. Toasted by the man's warmth, she felt quite hot, so even if they didn't do anything, the atmosphere felt suggestive as long as the two shared a bed.

Abigail turned around and almost flopped on the bed. She had her back to Sean, and her features bunched up in a frown.

When she realized that the man behind her remained quiet and motionless, she slowly relaxed. In the end, she couldn't win against fatigue, so she fell asleep.

That night, her slumber wasn't peaceful at all. Her dreams were cold and

numerous.

The relationship between the Quinn Family and the Graham Family started when Colby brought young Sean to the holiday villa near the village where the Quinns lived. According to Theodore, Sean was ill.

Every child in the village knew that the young master from a rich family was staying in the yard of the holiday villa. The boy had a weird personality and some screws loose in his head, for he regarded everyone as if they were his enemy.

The adults in the village feared that their mischievous children would offend some prominent figure, so they scared the kids by telling them that Sean had contracted an illness that could spread to them, so they shouldn't play with him.

But, of course, Sean didn't fancy playing with them either.

Only Abigail, because of her grandmother's fierce personality, was brave enough to go anywhere in the world. She brought her classmates to play at the beach in front of the holiday villa, and someone started getting into the

sea.

In the end, when they were swimming back, they encountered a rip current. In her attempt to push her friends back to shore, Abigail was plunged into the bottom of the ocean.

Later on, she didn't know where she floated off to. She only knew that her lungs were about to burst, and she couldn't swim no matter how much she struggled. She would get a mouthful of seawater every time she shouted for help. Her eyes and throat hurt like hell.

Just when she felt like she was about to die, an arm reached out and dragged her forward. In her dreams, she could still see the blurry surface of the ocean, the surging white waves, and the deep eyes of the boy when he turned around and looked at her.

Back then, Sean was only around 14 years old.

The scene changed to when they were getting married. He still gazed at her, with the same deep look, but his eyes were colored with impatience.

He didn't even remember her. On the night of the wedding, he feverishly desired her, but at the same time, he was extremely cold. "Isn't this what you want? Are you satisfied now?"

Abigail was struggling in her sleep. "No..."

This wasn't what she wanted. It wasn't her that night, either...

As she phased between consciousness and slumber, she suddenly felt someone grabbing her waist.

As if getting an electric shock, she struggled to get away. Her movements were too broad, and then, a slap sounded in the air. She didn't know which part of Sean she hit.

Sean grabbed her wrist and flipped around, pinning her under him as he demanded through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"