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.

Sean, listening to the couple’s

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.

the village. But what can they

whole village will suffer if we don’t get the compensation,” the woman

listened in silence, not

in a

her

was so upset. He had such a bad temper. It was surprising

took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s

Abigail lowered her voice. She suspected that Sean was deliberately showing affection in front of

walk faster.” Sean

was pulled along,

they passed by the couple, the woman murmured, “Being young is a

a hint of envy in her

a lush riverside with a

is quite rare,” Sean said to

was really hard

phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to

is in the countryside,” Abigail said to Sean after

it was crowded. There couldn’t have been fireflies,”

The couple approached them.

woman smiled and asked

smiled

of them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer,” the woman said, still fanning

they were gone. “What she said is actually correct. Fireflies

the fireflies and suddenly said, “I have to go back. I just thought of a

a design for me too.” Sean quickly spoke when