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

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

lightly pressed against it as he applied light

palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against

design from Miss Smith. She was the one who asked me to write the

not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting.

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.

answer button. Then, he gripped her hand and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he

sobbing voice sounded from the phone, trembling in

gaze, tentatively putting her foot

the matter?” His voice was instantly filled with

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

for me.” With that, Joan

to look at Abigail, who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you

a moment, but

okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist, Sean tried

to leave with him.

she shoved him away. Looking coldly at him, she stated in an even colder tone, “I only came for the drafts. I’m

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