I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 254 Willingly Became His Mistress

Eric’s eyes drooped, and with a few shifts, he appeared troubled.

Abigail felt somewhat resigned.

The night breeze tousled her soft hair, and she raised a hand to tidy it up. decided what to ask, I’ll head inside. Just give me a call when you’re ready.”

“Since

you haven’t

He felt a sense of urgency and reached out to grab her wrist. “Abigail.” He called out and immediately released her, his face blushing as he apologized, “I’m sorry. I was too hasty. I didn’t mean to touch you. I returned to Capitalis a few days ago because the Pearsons found their missing daughter. I’m truly sorry I didn’t inform you!”

Josh had told him they would apologize together to Abigail once the time was right. However, he did not want that. He could not stand the days of dating Kelly as he did not like her.

“Finding her is a good thing. Why apologize? This way, I can finally relax. After all, you insisted on

treating me like the Pearsons‘ daughter, which was quite a burden and made my gron

and smiled. Her smile was

being so reckless, causing you trouble. But even though the Pearsons have found their lost daughter, our relationship remains the same. You can still call me ‘Eric‘. If you need anything, just hit me up, and I’ll

your

be honest, being mistaken for the Pearsons‘ daughter brought me plenty of benefits from you all. I appreciate your help, and I think the mistake was a stroke of luck. I don’t want to cling to a fortune that doesn’t belong to me and trouble you further,” she politely declined. He wanted to say more, but she continued, “Eric,

the hotel. At that moment, she realized that Eric might have a slight fondness for her, which began from a mistaken identity. He should have a marriage alliance with the Pearsons, provided that Sean did not

would be thrilled if the elders from both families were friendly to talk to and decided not to see her trouble. Yet, what if they found her and

giving her a headache, let alone

as she walked into the hotel step by step, his hand slowly forming a fist

side.

She did not want to

and chuckled in a relaxed tone. “Up so early? I was planning to leave quietly.

fans have infiltrated the hotel. If they catch you, it’ll be a big problem!” He sounded worried, like an

Abigail had hardly finished speaking when

phone, gazed at the door, and listened to Ronaldo’s explanation. “Did Eric hold your hand at the hotel last night? I know there’s nothing between you two, but the paparazzi twisted the story and posted it online. It’s already trending. Some media have

Can you contact hotel security?” Abigail was not panicking.

“I’ll

your room. I’m coming in