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.

scared, share a room with

numb as well. He looked at Abigail and pulled back his arm, and then he held. Abigail by the back of her collar. “It’s late. Get some rest.” Sean lost interest in talking

was trying to pull her collar out of Sean’s grasp. Sean held her and turned her around. “What were you doing? Venting

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

that’s why you kicked me?” Sean’s leg was still

an accident. I just wanted to stretch my legs.”

sneered at her. “Do I

sleep.” Abigail closed

waist and slid it under

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

Sean looked at Abigail coolly. “She’ll be happy to hear

held his hand, and she blushed. “We can’t do

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

heating up. She struggled and answered,

bed was small, to begin with, and it

stood at the doorway. “Be quiet, you guys, even if you are family. The patient is

move an inch. Sean’s arms were wrapped around her waist,

red. Abigail wanted to bite

said, “You’re going

not going at anything.” Abigail

“Go to sleep. Move

against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and said nothing more. If it weren’t for the fact he’s too tired, he’d have gone back to the hotel after Joan called