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.

share a room with

her head buzzed. Sean’s arm got numb as well. He looked at Abigail and pulled back his arm,

trying to pull her collar out of Sean’s grasp. Sean held

Abigail quietly. “It’s late, and yet you still took

me?” Sean’s leg was

accident. I just wanted to stretch

at her. “Do I look

go back to sleep.” Abigail closed

put his hand on her waist and

up. She said quietly, “Grandma’s

said she’s been wanting us to have kids. Sean looked at Abigail coolly. “She’ll be happy to hear

she blushed.

huddled closer and said imposingly, “So, are you going to pull any tricks

heating up. She struggled and answered,

begin with, and it creaked when she

you guys, even if you are family. The patient is

leaned in Sean’s embrace and didn’t move an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her waist, and he held her gently, pinching her softly. “We’ll be

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

“You’re going at it

at anything.” Abigail grabbed

Move anymore and you’re falling to

nothing more. If it weren’t for the fact he’s too tired, he’d have gone