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.

and caught a couple of fish on the

couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was he just on

she noticed Sean bringing in dish

closer inspection, there were three

cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail

food, she found

smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make

of them sat at the table, chatting

afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the

short while before she started to keep

He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the rich

began

and touched her stomach, letting out a slight

bit for lunch. How had

was a knock on

if it was time for

was so

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

finish everything before June,

let’s have dinner first. You can continue

She was hungry too, and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It

dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean

out with a large iron pot. Abigail

he placed the pot on the

these?” Abigail’s mouth was

a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have

that sometimes men

upset?” Abigail licked