THE SPARE WIFE - Season 3 Episode 27

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

He was holding a plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and get ready for lunch.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Abigail headed for the sink.

Sean raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side. I wonder how they taste.”

Abigail couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was he just on vacation?

Sitting down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after dish.

Upon closer inspection, there were three dishes and a soup.

“I didn’t expect you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her cutlery.

Sniffing the aroma of the food, she found her mouth watering.

Sean sat across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The difference is how it tastes.”

The two of them sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial matters.

In the afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions somewhat complicated.

However, she only sat for a short while before she started to keep herself busy.

In the evening, Sean was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the rich aroma reached her.

Her stomach began to growl.

Abigail put down her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a slight sigh.

She felt like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch. How had she gotten hungry so quickly?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Abigail quickly stood up, wondering if it was time for dinner already.

The scent was so inviting.

She opened the door and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands were still wet.

“I won’t be able to finish everything before June, Abigail replied.

“In that case, let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,” Sean suggested.

Abigail nodded. She was hungry too, and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled so good.

When they sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the food.

Sean came out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to get a look.

It wasn’t until he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright red spicy crayfish.

“Where did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically watering.

“I went fishing with a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I caught more than they did.”

Abigail thought to herself that sometimes men could be really childish.

“So, you caught them all? Aren’t the kids upset?” Abigail licked her lips and got up to wash her

hands.

“They’re not upset. They even followed me to learn how to fish,” Sean said with a smile playing on his lips.

Abigail thought he was genuinely finding pleasure in the countryside….

“Aren’t you supposed to dislike these dishes?” Abigail asked Sean when she returned to the table.

Sean paused for a moment as he was about to head to the kitchen for some more dishes. “If you like them, then it’s fine.”

Abigail gave a little ‘oh‘ and didn’t ask any further.

Sean brought over a plate of vegetables, a plate of fish, and mushroom soup. They sat down and had their meal together.

He thoroughly enjoyed these moments, even though he didn’t particularly like crayfish from the pond as he thought it was unsanitary. However, he accepted them because Abigail liked them.

“You’ve done well with these crayfish,” Abigail praised as she ate.

“I’m glad you like them,” Sean replied, not touching any himself.

He hadn’t even touched the crayfish.

Abigail didn’t mind. After all, she used to catch them with friends in the village.

Sean had grown up in luxury, so in his eyes, crayfish weren’t worth eating.

Of course, he was here mainly for Abigail’s sake.

“Did you clean these crayfish?” Abigail suddenly asked Sean when she was halfway through her meal.

“They’ve been thoroughly cleaned with a small brush. You can eat without worry, Sean assured her.

Abigail smiled. “You really put in a lot of effort for this meal.”