Female Novel
Chapter 810 True Wife
"Someone looks fine," Abigail couldn't help but say.
Sean was rummaging through the wardrobe. When he heard her words, he couldn't help but laugh."For the past six months, I have been diligent in exercising, just thinking about you coming back,taking you to bed, and making sure you can't get up."
Abigail hit him with a pillow. "Exercising for six months just to mess with me?"
"For loving you well," Sean said. Many nights, he thought of Abigail and couldn't sleep. Hefantasized about everything that happened between them, feeling pathetic and in need of release.
"The way you put it makes me moved," Abigail couldn't help but smile.
Sean walked to the bed with a figure-hugging outfit and handed them to her. "Do you like this?"
It was a pure white set, very thin but of good quality.
Abigail took it, but Sean snatched the undergarments from her. "I'll help you put it on."
"You're so shameless," Abigail muttered, but she did not refuse.
After she put it on, Sean adjusted it for her, carefully buttoning each button. "How is it?Comfortable?"
"It's okay." Abigail leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and sighed softly. "It's really good to behome. There are no relaxing days like this outside."
Sean hugged her as he kissed her neck, leaving behind a mark. It was only then he was satisfied."Did Simond not treat you well?"
"If it weren't for the mercenary family, I would probably be dead by now," Abigail said. If Martinhadn't lied to her at the time, claiming to be an expert in food therapy, she would have been blindand helpless when the bandits arrived and killed her.
"I recently investigated Simond's family. The day you escaped, it was the third and eldest son of hisfamily who teamed up to kill Stephen. The third son couldn't stand Simond, and as for the eldestson, he was never a good person," Sean said.novelbin
Abigail took a deep breath. "Let's not talk about them."
"The main issue is that Simond has disappeared, and I'm afraid he might come back," Sean saidsoftly. "His identity has always been very mysterious. I checked in Eswadia but couldn't findanything. My friend warned me that Simond is untraceable."
Abigail turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"I suspect he may have a hidden identity, and it's a very high-level secret," Sean replied.
"So, he's not the bad guy?" Abigail couldn't help but ask, recalling the days in the castle whenSimond didn't harm her and even taught her self-defense and marksmanship.
"It's very likely that he's actually a very good person," Sean said, pulling her up.
As they came down from upstairs, a servant hurriedly asked Abigail, "Mrs. Graham, food is ready.Would you like to eat first?"
"Yes," Sean answered for Abigail.
Abigail felt a bit embarrassed and asked Sean in a low voice, "What's with the way she addressedme?"
"Why shouldn't she say that? Everyone knows that our relationship is special," Sean said, leadingher to the dining room.
After sitting down, he asked the servant, "Where are Grandpa and Grandma?"
"They went shopping early in the morning. Mrs. Graham's brother said they're planning to bring thechild over tomorrow, so they went to buy things for the kid."
The servant placed the dishes on the table, her face full of smiles.
"They can't contain their excitement," Sean explained to Abigail.
Abigail picked up her fork and knife and started with her food. "The old folks are just eager to holdtheir grandchildren. They've been waiting for years."
She was referring to Lina.
Sean nodded. "Let's get pregnant this year."
Abigail took a few bites, then whispered to herself as the servant went to the kitchen, "It's not asdelicious as my own cooking."
During her time at the castle, she had to study recipes desperately just to get by.
"You?" Sean raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. The old Abigail used to cause accidents in thekitchen, whether it was not holding the pot steady enough or letting the fish slip out of her handsand jump out of the pond.
"Being able to cook well is essential for survival," Abigail said sadly.
Sean felt a pang in his chest at her words. "If you don't enjoy it, I can hire professional chefs. Sheusually cooks to my grandparents' liking, and I am rarely home. When I'm busy, I stay at the
company, and I spend a lot of time there."
"I'll cook for you tomorrow. I can make all sorts of food now!" Abigail couldn't help but boast.
"Simond took advantage of you as a cook, eh?" Sean gritted his teeth.
If I wasn't able to cook, I might not have survived," Abigail said. "What if he has an importantmission? In that case, just being able to sustain myself is sufficient."
She had harbored hatred toward Simond before and had even considered getting rid of him.
But if it was true, as Sean suggested, that he held a higher level of authority and might be onundisclosed missions, Abigail chose to forgive him.
Heroes often remained silent.
Even if one day he perished while on a mission, not many would be aware.
"Honey, you have a kind heart." Sean flicked her nose gently.
The servant, observing Sean's behavior, felt that it was truly magical.
Previously, when Sean returned, he always appeared serious. Most of the time, he seemedburdened as he sat with his old folks watching TV, lost in thought.
The entire villa was silent.
But upon Abigail's return, it was as if everything came to life. Even the air seemed to be infused withhappiness.