I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 127 The Unwanted One

Sean’s lips traced her fair neck, and his hands began to wander. Abigail did not resist him.

Her body was heating up after she was kissed all over. When she looked at him, she asked with a trembling voice, “Why did you wear a white suit today?”

He did not answer her and kissed her lips.

When Abigail woke up the next morning, Sean had already left. She freshened up and headed to the living room, where she found Analise busy. Analise turned to her and asked, “Sean left early and

didn’t have breakfast. Did you upset him last night?”

“No. I’m going to visit his grandparents today. You don’t need to prepare lunch for me,” Abigail said

as she walked toward the kitchen.

Analise nodded. As Abigail walked out of the kitchen holding breakfast, her grandmother added, “I

made some pasta for you and Sean. I’ll put them in the freezer. If you don’t feel like cooking, just

reheat them.”

Just as Abigail sat at the dining table, she looked at Analise and asked, “Why? Are you going home?”

Analise nodded. “Yes. Living here is too restricting. I’m stuck at home all day and unable to do

anything. I’m not used to it.”

“After some time, I plan to buy a new house with a yard. You can plant flowers and greens in the

yard,” Abigail said anxiously.

“Why bother? My roots are in the village, and I can’t live in the city,” Analise said with a kind smile.

“Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you’ll use

month. Don’t try to

not…” Analise replied

last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry and no

secret.

moment, Analise

shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow

me, I’ll let you return. One day, if your

on about… I’ll get proper treatment,

voice carried a

Graham Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would

was doing and asked in a friendly tone,

come with you?”

business trip, so I’m here to help out,”

hand, he scolded her with a hint of displeasure, “You

immediately rushed out of

softly, “The pasta is made by Grandma, and there’s

tea, too.”

appeared on Colby’s face. “Did your

leaving tomorrow. She can’t stay in the city for long. She gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,”

downstairs. She

she gave Abigail an annoyed look and said sarcastically, “What are you doing

Can’t you appreciate

to. I’d rather

pursed her lips as she felt

pursed her lips as she felt

Colby scolded Cornelie, “Do you think she gets to choose

child?”

then? If he had the ability, would we even need her?

doctor for her. Not only is she infertile, but she even said I

of her. If she