I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 227 All for Her

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

He was holding a plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and get ready for lunch.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Abigail headed for the sink.

eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side. I wonder how

Was he really working,

the dining table, she

there were three dishes

able to cook these ordinary

of the food, she

his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The difference is how

at the table, chatting like ordinary friends

afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the

short while before

kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her

began

her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a

quite a bit for lunch. How had she gotten

there was a knock

if it

was

opened the door and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and

finish everything

let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,”

she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for

large iron pot. Abigail craned

until he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright

get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

fishing with a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I

to herself that sometimes men could be really

Aren’t the kids upset?” Abigail licked her lips and got up to