I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

“What are you looking at?” Abigail’s face held a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

She wasn’t sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

“Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?” Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn’t intend to have a deep conversation with Sean and was about to head back.

“Let’s take a stroll?” Sean approached her.

“No need, I still have work to finish.” She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmother wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital for too long.

“You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would delay your work even more?” Sean gently held Abigail’s wrist without much thought.

Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

“Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice,” Sean said, pulling her toward the exit.

“This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!” Abigail freed herself from Sean’s grasp.

“Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross–industry designers,” Sean said, pulling Abigail’s hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at once and followed Sean.

“Taking a walk?” The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

The man was engrossed in scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging a few words with

the woman.

listening to the couple’s

village will really work? I’m still counting on the compensation to buy a new house in the city,” the woman, fanning

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husband.

all the houses in the village. But what can they do if a few holdouts refuse?” The man’s tone

village will suffer if we

and Abigail listened in silence,

are you talking about? Why should we persuade them in a

pursed her lips and fell

a bad temper. It

suddenly took

lowered her voice. She suspected that Sean

faster.” Sean hastened his

along, and they

the woman murmured, “Being

a hint of envy

to a lush riverside with a dense clump of bushes,

rare,” Sean said

was really

took out her phone, snapped a photo, and

though Quinn Village is in the

used to be a tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn’t have

The couple approached them.

before?” the woman smiled and asked Abigail and

smiled in

of them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be

were gone. “What she said is actually correct. Fireflies don’t like

to go

design for me too.” Sean quickly spoke when he saw