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.

the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side. I wonder how

rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was

she noticed Sean bringing

were three dishes and

to be able to cook these ordinary

of the food,

playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether

of them sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about

by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions

for a short while before

evening, Sean was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working

stomach began

down her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a slight

had eaten quite a bit for

a

stood up, wondering if it was time for

scent was so

and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?”

won’t be able to finish

first. You can continue after

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

dining table, Abigail patiently waited

iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to get

placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw

you get these?” Abigail’s mouth

afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I

thought to herself that sometimes men

caught them all? Aren’t the kids upset?” Abigail licked her lips and got