I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 330 Meeting in Person

Sean took a sip of his drink. “Are you suggesting that Abigail wants to protect the love between him and his fiancee?” His voice was tinged with melancholy.

Kevin nodded. “She’s been hurt too much because of you, and she may no longer believe in love. You shattered her illusions of a beautiful romance. But in this world, there’s a couple who are willing to overcome all obstacles to be together. It has touched her.”

Sean tightened his grip on the glass.

“Any kind-hearted woman would want to protect a beautiful love, right?” Kevin remarked emotionally.

“Then, I should stand by her side,” Sean said.

“You can, but she believes in someone else’s love, not yours. You need to face reality,” Kevin advised, his words unusually heartfelt.

Sean did not say anything. He had faced reality, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Since Abigail still had aspirations for love, he would not be content to let his relationship with her end like this. After finishing his drink, he got up and left.

“Hey… You can’t leave…” Kevin, who had not had enough to drink, raised his glass behind Sean and expressed his dissatisfaction.

he returned, grabbed Kevin’s collar, and pulled him out of the bar. “You can’t stay here either. I don’t want to clean up your “ss if you do

I’m not

with what you say, or you might end

there was a mischievous, flirtatious look in his

this dress, Kelly. I’ll find a better designer to create a new one

her mother gently suggest this. She looked disappointed and could not help

has a contract with someone else. Besides, putting pressure on

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seems that Sean is getting involved behind the scenes. They’re determined to make this deal happen,” Scarlett explained as she stroked

still concerned because of what Uncle Vincent did, I can go to Pendorf to explain to

did not

Kelly because of Vincent’s actions, but it was not her fault. On the other hand, Abigail had mocked her on social media without any apology. And now, Kelly had to go to Pendorf

her designs that much?”

She looked excited as she blurted out. “Her designs are amazing; each one is unique. If I go to Pendorf to talk to her face to face, it will surely prevent

he’s done a favor for her grandmother. He should be able to make it happen. After all, her daughter had just returned, and she

room, the latter’s obedient expression turned into one of disdain. “Oh, Abigail, we’ll meet soon,” she