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

bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was her slender leg. It

hand lightly pressed against it as he applied light force on

to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the

who asked me to write

guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark

did not feel much pain, she felt uneasy when he 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 a second, the

arm around her waist, he gazed at her before asking Joan over the phone, “What’s

sobbing voice sounded from the phone,

pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, tentatively

matter?” His voice was instantly filled with

don’t know what it is… Sean, come

With that,

who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I

for a moment,

it’s okay. Let’s go.” With

to leave with him.

even colder tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m already happy enough that

1. to cause you any