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 the money to

diabetes every month. Don’t try to

not…” Analise replied in

your eyes won’t go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry

secret.

moment, Analise

sun shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around her.

One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I gotta return to your town

I’ll get proper treatment, so you

carried a hint

the Graham Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care for them much, she

put down what he was doing and asked in a friendly tone, “Didn’t

come with you?”

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

the basket in her hand, he scolded her with a hint

rushed out of the

pasta is made

tea, too.”

appeared on Colby’s face. “Did your grandmother visit

She gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do,” Abigail

they were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs. She was

sarcastically, “What are you

to visit you. Can’t you appreciate it?” Colby immediately looked

her to. I’d rather see my grandson instead!” Cornelie

lips

pursed her lips as she felt

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

child?”

If he had the ability, would we even need

she infertile, but she even said I brought the

easily do the job instead of her. If she can’t bear a