Her answer was well-received by Colby. “Ignore what the masses are saying. You’re the only granddaughter-in-law the Graham Family acknowledges. That woman who isn’t recognized by us will never enter our doors.”
“You should work harder and bear him a child. Then, he’ll come home naturally,” Lina added. When Colby was about to lose his temper, she quickly stopped herself from saying more. “Okay, I’ll stop. Stay here for the night. I’ve prepared your favorite food for dinner.”
Abigail wanted to say something, but Lina had already risen to her feet and paced into the kitchen happily.
When Colby’s stern, sharp eyes fell on Abigail’s face, they turned soft and gentle. “Don’t take Lina’s words to heart.
She just wants you and Sean to have a blissful, complete family of your own.”
“Yes, I know,” she answered softly.
He sighed at the sight of her looking so dim as though the fire in her had gone out. “How is your grandmother doing?”
Abigail’s face softened into a warm look at the mention of her grandmother. In fact, she appeared a great deal happier. “She’s doing well.”
“Is she still unwilling to move here and live with you?” Colby inquired.
Abigail was in a trance for a couple of seconds before answering, “She’s used to life in a village and finds the city too noisy for her liking, but I’ve asked some villagers to help me keep a lookout for her.”
Colby was an old friend of Abigail’s grandparents, Theodore Quinn and Analise Stein, and she chatted with him about some trivial stuff regarding Analise. She even knew how often Analise fed her chickens today, which showed how attentive she was to Analise.
Colby felt as though he was looking at another person through her face as he regarded her. “Theodore is lucky to have you.”
Abigail paused for a second before breaking into a smile. “No, I’m the lucky one to be brought up by them.”
However, he said no more on the matter.
After dinner, Sean and Abigail retreated into their bedroom. This was the first time they were spending the night in the Graham Estate after their wedding night.
While Abigail was feeling a little uneasy, Sean broke the silence. “Grandma went for a physical checkup yesterday and her heart is not as it used to be. Thank you for agreeing to her request to stay the night.”
Abigail nodded expressionlessly. “You’re welcome. This is what I should do.” For the sake of 2.8 million, I can sleep anywhere, she added silently in her heart and walked further into the room decisively.
This was their marital suite and was originally decorated in black and white color schemes, which made the room simple and cold, but a soft carpet was just recently added. The lights were not turned on; only a red-colored, thick candle was lit on the coffee table in the living area.
Abigail stopped halfway and couldn’t stop herself from recalling their first night as husband and wife. It didn’t help that the candlelight danced at the exact same angle.
That time, she thought that they would treat each other politely on their first night together, but somehow, they found themselves tangled in each other’s arms later. After that night, Sean suspected that she had drugged him and ignored her for a very long time afterward.
Her memories of this room didn’t bring her any fond memories, and she could clearly remember how agonizing her first time was. To make matters worse, Sean was half-mad at the time and refused to let her rest.
So, she closed her eyes and swallowed any bitterness that was welling up within her as she recollected herself for a moment and turned around to head out. “I-I’ll ask for another room from Dahlia.”
Sean frowned. “Do you want Grandpa and Grandma to know that we’re sleeping separately?”
A surge of hot steam rushed into her head, and she took a few deep breaths before saying dispassionately, “Okay, we’ll sleep on separate beds, then. You’ll take the couch.”
The frown on his face deepened. “Why should I be the one to take the couch when I’m not the one who came up with the idea to sleep separately?” he pointed out in disgruntlement.
A speechless Abigail thought, Fine, I’ll take the couch. It’s only one night. There’s no reason for me to give a sh*t when he’s not even worried that Joan will be jealous.
Outside the room, Lina took a look at the bowl on the tray Dahlia was holding and asked in a whisper, “Did you add it in already?”
“Yes, I added it according to the dosage. It won’t cause them any damage,” Dahlia replied in a hushed voice. “But, are you sure it’s okay to do this?”
“I don’t see any problem with it. She has everything to gain if she’s pregnant. If she’s still not pregnant after this, I’m afraid that she wouldn’t be able to bear a child. I have to make early preparations if that happens. Now, go on and make her eat this,” Lina instructed with a stone-cold face.
After Abigail finished washing up, she placed the blankets on the couch and snuggled in when a knock came at the door. She jerked upright with a bounce as she whispered urgently to Sean, who was in bed, “Did you lock the door?”
Sean narrowed his eyes at her and asked loudly, “What’s the matter?”
“Mr. Sean, it’s me,” Dahlia said. “Old Mrs. Graham prepared some pudding earlier and would like you to try some. I’ll be coming in now if you’re still awake.”
The knob turned and opened with a click.
Abigail literally jumped up from the couch and stuffed the blankets under the bed while Dahlia was passing through the corridor into the bedroom area. After that, she flipped open Sean’s blankets and slipped in like a fish. The moment she slipped in, she accidentally hit his chest and they both grunted.
This noise sounded amorous at night, and Dahlia stopped abruptly while walking in. Then, she asked tentatively, “Mr. Sean and Ms. Abigail… May I come in?”
Sean gritted his teeth as he glanced at the head with the top exposed hidden beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his eyes. “Come in.”
Abigail played along and climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened her messy hair, she greeted Dahlia with a smile. “Hi, Dahlia.”
She was about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped her. “You don’t have to get out. I’ll bring it to you and take it away once you’re finished.”
As Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not completely hidden, she was certain that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was here and came to a quick decision – pinching Sean hard under the blankets.
She had no idea which part she had pinched, but it was hard and even hurt her fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as he was the unfortunate recipient of her actions, and blood rushed to his face. So, he hastily got up on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass it to me.”
Dahlia passed it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed her, then.”
Sean’s hands turned rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then, he deftly placed the tray on the bedside table next to him, picked up the bowl, scooped some pudding with the spoon, and delivered it to Abigail’s lips.
At this point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t know what Sean was expecting her to do and looked him in the eyes steadily. He raised his brows, shifting his gaze from her face to the spoon and hinting at her that he wasn’t going to put it away.
Even though she wasn’t a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him for three whole years, she still found it a little awkward to be so lovey-dovey with him in front of others, especially since it was the first time. She knew it was just a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her chest. On the other hand, her rationale was reminding her that Sean now belonged to Joan.
Since she didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it for a second before saying, “I don’t like to eat in bed.”
Dahlia watched in dismay as the pudding that had already reached Abigail’s lips didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth over the situation. “Oh, it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never fed anyone food in his life!”
Abigail breathed deeply and ate the pudding Sean was feeding her when she realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she had the pudding. As they were sitting and facing the same direction, Sean would occasionally touch her face while holding the spoon.
Her skin was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her cherry-red lips were stained with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine and looking like a ripe peach under the light.
He gulped discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for a while. “Is it delicious?”
Dahlia hastily chirped in, “Would you like to try, too?”
The last thing Abigail wanted was to share a spoon with him because it gave her the idea that they were sharing an indirect kiss.
Therefore, she snatched the bowl from him and finished the pudding in a gulp as she raised her brows at Sean provocatively. “It’s yummy.” But you can’t have any of it.
Amused by her reaction, he chuckled loudly, and Dahlia looked at them once more before hastily keeping away the tray and leaving quietly.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.