I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 251 Abigail Is So Heartless

Minutes later, Abigail received pictures of Kelly and saw that she was a stunning girl with a slightly aloof temperament. Her skin was fair, and she appeared like a docile person. After saving the pictures, she placed this matter to the back of her head for now.

Early the next morning, when she went downstairs for breakfast, she bumped into Kevin and Sean again. “Ms. Quinn, there aren’t many seats left. Here, join us at our table.” At the sight of her, Kevin immediately waved at her in exaggerated excitement.

While she was still contemplating. Ronaldo’s voice echoed from the restaurant entrance. “Good morning, pretty. I came at the right time today. Come on, I’ll take you to a better place for breakfast. The breakfast here isn’t great.”

“Okay.” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and paced toward him.

Even though Sean did not flinch, the veins on his hand holding a fork were popping.

“Rascal!” Kevin was burning from anger, but he later whined, “Abigail doesn’t care about our feelings at all.”

“Go settle the bill,” Sean urged and rose to his feet.

Back in his hometown, Ronaldo drove a red convertible to the hotel. After Abigail was seated properly, he was about to start the engine when an arm suddenly rested on his car window.

Sean kept his eyes glued on Ronaldo’s face as he put on a threatening grin. “Do you mind picking up two more people? It’s our first time in

edge between his brows with his gaze. Like a sword between his eyes, he felt his scalp turning

stayed away from Sean, who just climbed into

the car, he started to chat with Ronaldo. Otherwise, he would suffocate from the

Graham is in the property business, but I’ve never heard of any new developments around Eastbay,” Ronaldo asked him purposely

uninterested in answering him and merely twisted his head to the side, running

her wrist away, shifted her body to the side, and

outside.

light, refreshing scent and could not help but recall the details

even have the chance to argue

of Bohemian skirts. Wearing that to

“I kinda like Bohemian clothes, too. Let’s go to the beach when we’re finished with work and check out how many boys will be

him, Sean glanced at her with a straight face and asked calmly, “Are you looking for

freedom to display the pretty side of myself.” She snapped back

at her reply. “You should be selective of the men you’re trying to attract.

wondered, Who is he to take himself as the standard for measurement? As disgruntlement filled her heart, she argued, “Aesthetics are objective.