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.

not so

back, Abigail, from afar, saw Lawrence staring at them from the ward’s doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went back into the ward. They came in and saw Lawrence quietly sitting on

had a part of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once they were done cating. Analise

Shouldn’t you be smooching your girlfriend?” Abigail

on with your family, so she told me to check in

looked at Cameron coolly. Can you

I was just telling

and placed the lunch boxes on the nightstand, then, she opened them up It’s dinner for you and your wife I met some pasta and soup Have some. It’s good for

she huddled loser to

1/2

eat?” Sean opened up

grandmother’s pasta and arancini. The elderly woman

thought you’d only have salad for dinner

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

her some pasta. “Have a taste. Have

digging into

how’s the Pearson case

mortuary and ordered a funeral package. He picked the coffin, and

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

nodded, touched. “Thank you, Analise. I know why

you too.”