The Spare Wife

Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Full Preparation

Sean knew no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t hold a pot that was almost filled with water

with one hand. The pot tilted, and the water, clams, and greens fell onto the cooktop. The fire was put out. Sean’s shirt, pants, and leather shoes were soiled by the grease and water. Clams and greens fell from the counter, and they clanged when they fell to the ground.

Abigail was holding the basin. She curled up a little as she retreated, staring at Sean in innocence.

and fear. Sean wanted to dunk the pot on her head. He glared at her. “Are you getting back at me?”

Abigail shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“You’d better not mean it, Abigail.” Sean, for once, got angry, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” Julie held Analise, and they came to the kitchen.

Abigail quickly said, “Just a little accident. It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”

Sean put the pot down. “I’ll order delivery.” He lost the mood to cook. In the first place, he only

wanted to make something good to make Analise happy, and then this happened.

Noticing his bad mood, Analise shot Abigail a reproachful look. She quickly asked Julie to hold her

up and follow Sean quickly. “Are you hurt, Sean? I’m sorry, Abigail’s a klutz. She must’ve troubled

you,” said Analise carefully. Even though she was an elder, she got scared when she saw Sean

looking gloomy.

Sean pulled a tissue and wiped his shirt dry. He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright. We’ll just get delivery for lunch, then, Analise.”

“Sure. Julie will do it. She’s familiar with this.” Analise quickly smiled to ease things up.

Sean nodded. He looked at his greasy shirt and pants, and he felt like fainting from the discomfort.

Julie quickly huddled closer to Analise, and they ordered delivery.

Sean wiped the wet patches off his clothes and sniffed around. He then noticed the scent of gas

hanging in the air. Sean tossed the tissue and came to the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams and greens away. He quickly went inside and turned off the

gas.

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sorry. I panicked a little when the fire got so high.” Abigail thought she had made a mountain out of a molehill, but at that moment, she was worried Sean might get scalded, so she picked up the basin and doused the fire.

Sean approached her and snatched the broom, and then he cleaned the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes in the closet. Why don’t you take a shower?”

“The more you talk, the more I wanna smack you,‘ said Sean coldly.

Abigail, shut up. They finished cleaning the kitchen, and Sean went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Analise and Julie finished making their order. Analise looked at Abigail, a little resigned. “He’s so nice to you. And you can cook too. What was with the kitchen disaster?”

Abigail said quietly, “Please don’t talk about that anymore, Grandma.” She clutched her hair, looking dejected. A while of chatting later, Abigail heard Sean calling for her, and she stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Analise waved her down. Abigail came into the room and locked the door. She slowly went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “What’s wrong?”

“Get me some clothes and a towel,” said Sean matter–of–factly.

Abigail thought he must’ve left all the necessities outside on purpose. She grunted and searched the closet for Sean’s clothes. A while later, she took the clothes and towel and turned around. The first

thing she saw was Sean standing behind her, and it shocked her.

“I didn’t hear you at all. I almost had a heart attack!” She glared at him as she tossed the clothes and

towel into his hands.

Sean’s hair was wet, and water was trickling down his body. He tossed the clothes back to Abigail. “I

am still wet. The clothes are wet too. Get me a new set.”

Since it was her mistake, Abigail searched for another set of clothes. Sean wiped himself dry and

covered himself with the towel, then he sat on a chair and watched Abigail search for his clothes in

the closet. Eventually, she found a matching set.

Abigail took the clothes over to him, then she held up a dark blue tie, asking, “Do you like this

color? I think it fits this set.”

Sean looked at the smoke–grey suit she got for him, and he nodded. “It’s alright.”

Abigail put it on the bed and gently said, “Get changed. I’ll be going now.”