I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 72 What Are You Two Doing Late at Night?

He actually left her, who was potentially injured, here. Abigail found it laughable that she could not help but hold on to a faint hope when she saw Joan’s name flashing on his phone carlier. She wondered if, just this once, Sean might stay by her side and look after her because she was hurt.

Just as usual, he disappointed her.

She unfolded the design sketch and looked at it briefly before folding it back up. She leaned against. the wall, slowly making her way toward the artificial hill. She had considered asking Luna to pick her up, but it was so late that she did not want to bother her friend.

Walking into the rose garden, she came to a halt when the man who had just finished his call noticed her presence. Standing in the dim garden, he had long, slender legs and a lean figure. His shoulder–length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of his head.

“Miss Quinn?” The man immediately recognized her.

Seeing that it was Victor Mendez, one of the models for this shoot, Abigail nodded and said, “Yes.

Are you out for a walk?”

“Yeah… I was making a call to my family. Did you hurt your leg?” He noticed she had been favoring

foot and immediately approached

over a stone. It’s a sprain, but it doesn’t seem too serious. I’m just worried about delaying work tomorrow, so I’m

handsome face, Victor looked

and making random guesses

not argue with that. As such, he helped her and guided her to a garden bench,

for her ankle. Immediately, she flinched,

quickly explained, “I’m

a model. I’ve gained some experience judging minor injuries and sprains from walking on the runway. Will you

I should

too late by tomorrow. Don’t forget; tomorrow is

injury hinders his work progress,

choice but to concede. “Alright, please help me take

her ankle and applied some pressure, to which

It’ll hurt tomorrow, but it won’t stop you

apply ice when you

limit movement.” He provided his

“You seem

in great condition. That’s how I learned the hard way. Shall I send you to your room? Your left leg