I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her. “How’s your leg?”

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. “It hurts a little, but I’m unsure if it’s sprained.”

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, “I’m fine… Don’t…”

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?”

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. “I’m scared of the pain.” With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman’s

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

arch of her foot, and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was

it as he

palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the wall. With no choice, she tried to divert her

was the one who asked me

only made a reasonable guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting. He asked

held her like that. However, she was about to answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it was a call from Joan. Within

arm around her waist, he gazed at her

sobbing voice sounded from

pursed her lips and lowered her gaze,

was instantly filled with concern

scared… There’s something in the room… I don’t know what it is…

With that, Joan screamed

the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just tried to land my foot, and it doesn’t seem injured. I was probably in a rush, and I somehow dislocated

It hurt for a moment, but

gets to decide if it’s okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist, Sean tried to get

to leave with him.

she stated in an even colder tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m already

1. want to cause you any more