The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 95 I’m Not Wearing, Then
Abigail’s cheeks burned, and her ears got red, but she pretended to be fine. “If you don’t like it, you can come out naked.”
Sean held her wrist and pulled her back to him. Caught by surprise, Abigail fell into his embrace. In her panic, she put her hand
on a private part. She got as red as a cooked shrimp, and she struggled to break free of his grasp. “Wear something. It’s broad
daylight. What are you trying to do?”
“You remember my size well.” Sean looked at Abigail. He was in a bad mood, but his mood got better after finding out Abigail
had his clothes lying around in her house. She reserved a spot for him in her house.
Abigail thought he was talking about something more perverted, and she got so embarrassed she wanted to hide in a hole.
Angrily, she looked at Sean. “So, are you wearing it or what?”
“Touch it more. It’ll leave a deeper impression. Makes buying clothes for me easier.” Sean smiled devilishly.
It was Abigail’s first time seeing him acting like that. A moment of stunned silence later, she broke free of his grasp and got up,
after which she realized she had also taken off the towel that was
covering Sean. “You perv!” She hurled the towel at Sean.
Even though she’d seen his junk a lot of times, the impact of the sight still made her heart race. Sean stood up.
Amused, he said, “You call me a pervert when you’re the one who took my only piece of clothing
away? You’re so unreasonable.”
“I wouldn’t have done that if you hadn’t pulled me. Just get dressed,” said Abigail angrily.
Sean said nothing, Julie then knocked on the door.
“If you’re changed, come back out. Delivery’s here.”
“Sure thing,” said Sean right away.
Julie smiled. She could hear that Sean was happy. Sean got dressed, but instead of leaving, he
walked

up to the mirror in the room and checked himself out. The clothes fit him well, and the tie’s
color matched enough.
They came out of the room. Analise looked at the dashing Sean, and she grinned. “You look handsome, Sean. I say you
youngsters should wear something more pastel–colored. It’ll give you a gentler look.”
Sean loved black suits. The suits with lighter colors were dark blue at most, so he looked cold and uninviting a lot of times. The
blue tie evened out his iciness, and the smoke–grey suit made his skin look even more like porcelain.
Sean smiled, but he said nothing. After lunch, he left. Abigail rubbed some salve on Analise’s ankle. She was going to go back to
the production team, but Sean’s grandmother, Cornelie, called her and told her to meet her at a clinic. Abigail texted Sean to tell
him about it before she went to the clinic.
She saw Cornelie pacing around the entrance the moment she showed up. Cornelie approached her and dragged her into the
clinic. “I’ve been asking tons of traditional medicine doctors lately. Finally found an old doctor here. He’s famous.”
Abigail followed her. She felt a little depressed. Over the last three years, she’d taken all kinds of medicines and gone through
different kinds of treatments, but Sean didn’t want to have anything to do with her. There was no use in having medicine if her
husband didn’t want to do it with her.
She had no idea why, but she didn’t seem to be able to get pregnant. Before this, she thought it’d be great if she could get
pregnant, but she changed her mind. She didn’t want to have anything that would bind her to Sean after the divorce, especially
not a child.
Cornelie noticed the icy look on Abigail’s face, and she complained, “Look at you, looking so mournful. Of course, no kid’s going
to pick you to be its mom.”
Abigail pursed her lips and smiled. “I’m just worried the meds might not work. I don’t want to let you down.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. Just let the doctor give you an acupuncture session. Maybe one of your meridians is
blocked.” Cornelie took her to an office and knocked on the door.
A young voice said, “Come in.”
Abigail followed Cornelie in. She saw the doctor. He was in a coat, and he was young. She wondered if Cornelie got scammed.

The man looked gentle, and he was wearing a pair of gold–rimmed glasses. He did have the look of
a pro.
Cornelie sat Abigail down before the doctor, and she complained, “Dr. Palmer, this is my grandson’s wife. She’s taken tons of
meds and treatments, but she still can’t get pregnant.”
A weird feeling welled in Abigail’s heart. Palmer? Joan’s appearance had hurt her love life too much. Every time she heard
Palmer, she would feel uneasy.
Dr. Palmer looked at Abigail and nodded at her. “Hi. I’ll check your pulse.”
Abigail didn’t trust this man, but since Cornelie was around, she had to play along, and she nodded.