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

village will really work? I’m still counting on the compensation to buy a new house

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husband.

the houses in the village. But what can they do if a few

to persuade those holdouts. Otherwise, the whole village will suffer if we don’t get the compensation,”

listened in silence,

them in a nice way?” The man grew impatient and snapped at

woman pursed her

a bad

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

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

walk faster.” Sean

was pulled along,

the couple, the woman murmured,

was a hint of envy

with a dense clump of bushes,

rare,” Sean said

was really hard to

a

fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in

used to be a tourist village, so it

The couple approached them.

haven’t seen them before?” the woman smiled and asked Abigail and

smiled in

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

gone. “What she said is

to go back. I

too.” Sean quickly spoke