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.

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

rolling her eyes. Was he

down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing

inspection, there were three dishes and

you to be able to cook these ordinary

of the food, she found her

across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be

of them sat at the table,

by the window, gazing at the

short while before

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

began to

touched her stomach, letting out a slight

had eaten quite a bit for lunch. How

then, there was a

wondering if

scent was

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

won’t be able to finish everything before June,

dinner first. You can continue after

really looking

table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the

with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to get a

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

did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

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

sometimes men

kids upset?” Abigail licked her