I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Independence and Self-Reliance
Ding. The elevator stopped on the floor where Abigail and Sean were staying.
Victor was about to help her out of the elevator when Sean piped up, “I live in the room next to hers. I can help her, and you can take the elevator down.”
She glanced at Sean.
Seeing his cold expression, Victor quickly realized what was going on after recalling his previous
interactions with Abigail that had caused a stir online. He promptly released her wrist. “Well, then,
I’ll be going,” he politely said to Sean.
Sean stepped forward, helping Abigail, and gave a nonchalant grunt before leading her out of the
elevator with an icy expression. As soon as they exited the elevator, she planned to push him away

but was then grabbed by the wrist. His eyes were chilling as he questioned, “What’s wrong? Upset
that I interrupted your little rendezvous with the young man? You seem pretty angry, huh?”
Abigail’s face remained cold, and she did not argue. “Whatever.”
Sean’s molar shifted slightly. He held her waist with one hand, his gaze icy. “So, once you’ve got the
draft, you’re ready to turn your back on me. Without any leverage, you couldn’t care less. Is that it?”
Hearing that, she felt wronged. She looked at Sean, took a silent deep breath, and suddenly smiled.
“Mr. Graham, what are you saying? I’m just afraid Joan might think we’re getting too close and get
jealous, giving her a reason to slander you and Alana again.” Without giving him a chance to speak, she continued, “I’m aware of my limitations. I don’t expect anything from you, especially not after
you
left me, injured, to check on Joan. I only believe in independence and self-reliance.”
Sean finally caught the drift. She’s bothered about my departure.
“I won’t argue with you. Let’s go back and check on your injury first,” he said, reaching an arm
toward her.
Abigail pushed his hand away. “No need. I can walk by myself.”
As she took a step with one foot, Sean suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto his shoulder. Her head spun, a feeling of nausea rising from her stomach. She grabbed onto his clothes, kicking her legs in a struggle. “Put me down…”
Somehow, Sean’s hand landed on her hip. His voice was calm, neither cold nor warm. “You can
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