I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 92 It’s Raining

“Take the call,” Sean said groggily. He took a deep breath, and he still sounded nasal. He was obviously annoyed by the call.

Abigail noticed that it was from Joan. A moment of silence later, she said, “It’s from Joan.”

Sean’s eyes snapped open, and he took the phone before answering the call. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s raining, Sean. I’m scared,” said Joan, her voice breaking up. She sounded like a crying cat.

Abigail looked at Sean.

“I’m not at the hotel,” said Sean, not as impatient as he was before.

Oh, so he’s going to go to her if he’s at the hotel? Annoyed, she stomped Sean’s calf.

Sean gasped in pain and looked at Abigail coldly. Abigail blinked innocently.

“You went out?” Joan asked, surprised. She knew Abigail took a leave because her grandmother was

hurt, but she didn’t know when Abigail would return. That’s a coincidence.

personal. If you’re scared, share a room with someone,” said Sean

and pulled back his arm, and then he held. Abigail by the back of

out of Sean’s grasp. Sean held her and turned her around. “What were you doing? Venting your

how would I dare?” said Abigail quietly. “It’s late, and yet you

me?” Sean’s

was an accident. I just wanted to

at her. “Do I look gullible

back to sleep.” Abigail

on her waist and

up. She said quietly, “Grandma’s right beside

wanting us to have kids. Sean looked at Abigail coolly. “She’ll be

hand, and she blushed. “We can’t

huddled closer and said imposingly,

struggled and

begin with, and it creaked

the doorway. “Be quiet, you guys, even if you

arms were wrapped around her waist, and he held her gently, pinching her

the door, her face red. Abigail wanted to bite Sean. You can’t say that.

said, “You’re going

am not going at anything.” Abigail grabbed his

pulled her closer. “Go to sleep. Move anymore and you’re falling

his heartbeat and said nothing more. If it weren’t for the fact