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.

awkwardly followed Sean, listening to the couple’s

work? I’m still counting on the compensation to buy

1/4

husband.

what can they do if

Otherwise, the whole village will

Abigail listened in silence, not

about? Why should we persuade them in a nice way?” The man grew impatient and snapped at the

her lips and

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

moment, Sean suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s

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

Sean

along,

by the couple, the woman murmured, “Being young

of envy in her

a lush riverside with a dense

quite rare,”

was really

her phone, snapped a photo,

never seen fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in the

so it was crowded. There

The couple approached them.

seen them before?” the woman smiled and

smiled

every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer,” the woman said, still fanning herself, and walked away with her

until they were gone. “What she

said, “I have to go back. I just

about a design for me too.” Sean quickly spoke when