I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 126 Don’t Speak if You Don’t Know How

A discreet Bugatti parked in front of Abigail, and she approached it with a cold expression. He welcomed her with a slit of the door, which she opened and then looked at him. “Aren’t you going

home?”

“Get in,” Sean said impatiently in a chilly tone.

She bent down and got into the car. As soon as she closed the door, he grabbed her wrist. “What are

you doing?” She was about to struggle.

His eyes contained a trace of anger as he stared at her. Even without speaking, his presence made

her gradually quiet down. Inside the narrow compartment, the streetlights outside illuminated

through the windows. The shadows and light on his face created a stark contrast, making his aura

even more intimidating.

Abigail’s heart tightened slightly. She looked at him as her lips pressed tightly.

Sensing that she was somewhat afraid of him, Sean relaxed his grip. “What were you discussing

with them?”

“I don’t need to report to you, do I?” She steadied her mind.

placed his hand on the back of

closer to him. She saw the coldness in his deep eyes, and her body involuntarily trembled. “If

I wish to deal with L.Moon, you won’t be able to afford to pay the breach of contract penalty. Understand?” He gripped her

Abigail asked while maintaining her composure. “I had a frank and open dinner with them, and you

of Sean’s anger seemed to dissipate as he heard her words. He released her neck and instead pinched her chin. Then, he

itself makes people uncomfortable.”

and spoke calmly, “Is it my fault

finger traced her chin. “Have you ever thought why

overthinking? We’re business partners,” she replied with a hint of

“Calling you ‘Abby,’ and him thinking of you

overthinking it.”

tone. She shook Sean’s hand away and spoke coldly,

of mine?” he immediately

seat, she looked out the window. “Have you explained the situation with Joan and the bag to the public yet? People are still shipping us as a couple.

before worrying about mine.”

and Joan… like… think.” His words were drowned

did not hear clearly, nor did she

and Sean glanced at Abigail, who

fine

felt a

badly? Can’t you live without

turned to glare at him. “Can we stop talking about that? Have a kid, don’t have a kid,

prick.”

immediately said sternly, “You’re about to cry after

words.”

talking, then. You’re so chatty!” Abigail suppressed her pent-up anger. He

yet he was