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.

raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish

eyes. Was he really

down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after

were three

to cook

the food, she found her

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

them sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

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

for a short while before she started

managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when

stomach began to

her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a slight

like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch. How

was a

if it was time for dinner

was

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

won’t be able to finish

let’s have dinner first. You can continue

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

sat at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the

large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

wasn’t until he placed the pot on the table that Abigail

you get these?”

sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing,

to herself that sometimes men could be

the kids upset?” Abigail licked