I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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, “Is the room all set?”

“Yes.” Cameron nodded.

“In that case, you should head back to the city first. Don’t let anyone know where I am. If there’s anything, just text me on WhatsApp,” Sean whispered.

“Got it.” Cameron obediently nodded again.

When Sean saw Abigail chopping meat in the homestay’s kitchen, he asked, “Are you making. breakfast?”

“Yeah,” 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, “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Spaghetti. What are you doing?” Abigail noticed he was reaching for her knife, so she moved away slightly.

“I’m making you breakfast because it seems you can’t handle a knife safely,” 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.

“It’s okay. You can go ahead with your work. I’ll finish and bring your breakfast to your room,” Sean suggested, pausing to look at her.

“I’ll always make time to cook myself breakfast,” 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.

and I

Abigail suddenly

yourself,” she said, looking irritated, then turned and

grinned subtly as he saw her

Even though they were divorced, sometimes, when she

were married.

had fewer selections of ingredients than

of spaghetti with meatballs. He also thoughtfully prepared some parmesan cheese for

lay Lexie’s dress. The dress might not appear impressive at first glance, but the myriads of materials on

couch, in front of which

and she looks energetic,” Sean mentioned

you

was

a soft sound of agreement

closer to her and stood beside her. “I heard from the doctor that your grandmother hasn’t been

prescribed. Abigail

for

her condition somewhat marginally. When it’s severe, she takes insulin and

her grandmother was under observation, she briefly adhered to the prescribed regimen, but as soon as no one was looking, she returned

spoke softly. “I’ll call and talk

a proposal. Would you like to hear it?”

it myself,” she replied

stubborn as your grandmother. Even with the condition she is in now, you’re so focused on our personal matters that you won’t