Chapter 226
The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon
Chapter 226 For The Sake of The Noodles The two of them bickered all the way, and by the time they returned, the sun was high in the sky. Still, the countryside was shaded with plenty of trees, making the temperature pleasant.
As Abigail headed for the kitchen, Sean asked Cameron, who had been waiting for their return, âIs the room all set?â
âYes.â Cameron nodded.
âIn that case, you should head back to the city first. Donât let anyone know where I am. If thereâs anything, just text me on WhatsApp,â Sean whispered.
âGot it.â Cameron obediently nodded again.
When Sean saw Abigail chopping meat in the homestayâs kitchen, he asked, âAre you making. breakfast?â
âYeah,â she said, a bit puzzled. Was he not here for work? Why did he seem so idle?
The next moment, he rolled up his sleeves, approached her, and asked, âWhat do you want for breakfast?â
âSpaghetti. What are you doing?â Abigail noticed he was reaching for her knife, so she moved away slightly.
âIâm making you breakfast because it seems you canât handle a knife safely,â Sean said, swiftly grabbing her wrist and taking the heavy knife from her grasp. She saw him skillfully chopping the ingredients, so she decided to help by washing the vegetables.
âItâs okay. You can go ahead with your work. Iâll finish and bring your breakfast to your room,â Sean suggested, pausing to look at her.
âIâll always make time to cook myself breakfast,â Abigail replied. When she came here, she had already decided that no matter how busy she was, she would take the time to cook for herself.
Sean sighed. âYouâve cooked with me twice, and I still donât have a good impression.â
Upon hearing his words, Abigail suddenly felt very embarrassed.
âFine, do it yourself,â she said, looking irritated, then turned and left.
Sean grinned subtly as he saw her slender figure walk away.
Back in her room, Abigail was having mixed feelings. Even though they were divorced, sometimes, when she saw him around, it felt like there was not much difference from when they were married.
The countryside had fewer selections of ingredients than the city, but the freshness made up for 1. it.
Sean cooked two bowls of spaghetti with meatballs. He also thoughtfully prepared some parmesan cheese for Abigail.
In Abigailâs room, there was a large table covered with a tablecloth in the middle, and on it lay Lexieâs dress. The dress might not appear impressive at first glance, but the myriads of materials on the table suggested it was far from simple.
Abigail sat on the single couch, in front of which was a small table where she usually had her meals.
âI went to see your grandmother before I came. Sheâs recovering well, and she looks energetic,â Sean mentioned to Abigail as he stood by the window.
She nodded. âThank you for visiting my grandmother.â
âNo need for thanks. Itâs the right thing to do,â Sean replied. Abigailâs grandmother was in the hospital because of his grandmother, so morally and ethically, he should visit her.
Abigail made a soft sound of agreement and said nothing further.
Sean moved closer to her and stood beside her. âI heard from the doctor that your grandmother hasnât been taking her insulin for diabetes as prescribed. Did you know about this?â
Previously, Analise had a history of not taking insulin as prescribed. Abigail had repeatedly warned her, yet she didnât change her ways.
âDid you ask for details?â Abigail asked.
âI did. The doctor said sheâs managing her condition somewhat marginally. When itâs severe, she takes insulin and medication, but when itâs not, she neglects it,â Sean explained.
Upon hearing this, Abigail wished she could fly back immediately. However, what good would it do now? Whenever her grandmother was under observation, she briefly adhered to the prescribed regimen, but as soon as no one was looking, she returned to her old habits.
After a moment, Abigail spoke softly. âIâll call and talk to her.â
âI have a proposal. Would you like to hear it?â Sean asked.
âNo need. Iâll handle it myself,â she replied firmly.
âYouâre as stubborn as your grandmother. Even with the condition she is in now, youâre so focused on our personal matters that you wonât even consider my advice,â Sean replied sternly.
Abigail frowned at him. âMy grandmother is in this situation because of your grandmother and Joan. I canât afford to have any connection with you.â
âYou havenât even heard my plan, and youâre already assuming itâs related to me?â Sean raised an eyebrow.
âYou proposed it yourself, so itâs hard not to link it with you,â Abigail retorted with a hint of sarcasm.
Sean playfully reached out and pinched her cheek. âCanât you say something nice? If not for my sake, at least for the sake of this plate of spaghetti.â
âItâs not like I forced you to cook it. You wanted to cook it yourself,â Abigail replied, swatting away his hand.
âWill you listen?â Sean reached out to poke her cheek again.
âJust go ahead,â Abigail said, feeling like she wanted to bite off his poking fingers.
ãã âOkay. My idea is to find a reliable family doctor for your grandmother. I can help you with the research, and then you can personally talk to the doctor when you have time,â Scan proposed, gazing at Abigail. He appeared composed on the surface, but he was actually nervous.
Abigail took a few bites of her spaghetti and pondered momentarily. She actually found this plan entirely satisfactory.
âThat could work. But when youâre looking for the doctor, make sure your grandmother and Joan wonât find out, alright?â Abigail was still somewhat skeptical. She did not want to invite any more trouble from Lina.