I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 600 Got to Show the Love

Abigail grunted. She noticed Lawrence staring at her and smiling, and she got uneasy. “What’s wrong?”

she asked.

“It’s fine. I’m just happy.” Lawrence looked away, but he was smiling. He couldn’t help it.

Abigail noticed the fruits lying around, and she asked, “Do you want to have some fruits? There are-

“I’ll have anything!” Lawrence answered quickly. Realizing he had interrupted Abigail, he said, “Go on. I won’t interrupt you anymore.”

Abigail grunted and went to the fruit basket. “Any allergies or things you can’t eat? Things that might spike your blood sugar levels?”

“No. I’ve always been healthy.” Lawrence felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Scarlett was jealous, and she stared at Abigail. Abigail couldn’t take it eventually, so she asked, “What about you? Any favorites or things you don’t eat?”

“I like fruit salad. Can we do it together?” Scarlett asked, almost simpering.

“Sure.” Abigail nodded. She peeled a pear for Lawrence and went to the supermarket with Scarlett to get their fruit salad ingredients. The ladies stood in a single file, and Abigail took everything she needed in one go.

“Don’t you check the brands?” Scarlett asked.

“I don’t know a lot about dressing brands. Any suggestions?” Abigail stopped in her tracks and asked.

“Some brands are better and not so icky. I’ll

When they came back, Abigail, from afar, saw Lawrence staring at them from the ward’s doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went

Drop the act. They made the salad, and Scarlett asked Abigail to share it with her. Abigail only had a part of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once they were done cating. Analise and Sean came

at who’s here. Shouldn’t you

your family, so she told

Cameron coolly. Can you stop showing

I was just telling the truth, Cameron

she opened them up It’s dinner for you and your wife I met some pasta and soup Have some. It’s good for

heard pasta, and she huddled loser to

1/2

to eat?” Sean opened up

and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing outside could compare to her

huddling closer to Lawrence’s lunch box, Lawrence asked, “I thought you’d only have

anymore, so…” She couldn’t eat it, but it was Analise’s cooking, so

pasta. “Have a taste. Have

digging into her

the Pearson case going?”

a funeral package. He picked the coffin, and now he’s waiting for Lawrence to go back for

well. Just get some rest here for the night and leave tomorrow

“Thank you, Analise. I know why Abby loves

you too.”