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.

drank her soup. “Grandma, if you must go back, promise

diabetes every month. Don’t try to

not…” Analise replied

your treatment regularly, 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 and no

secret.

moment,

shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow

tender. “Grandma, if you promise me, I’ll let you return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I gotta return to

I’ll get proper

a hint

Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care for them

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

come with you?”

I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied before changing her shoes and carrying

hint of displeasure, “You didn’t

immediately rushed out of

to him and uttered softly, “The pasta is made by Grandma,

tea, too.”

Colby’s face.

she’s leaving tomorrow. She can’t stay in the city for long. She gets restless cooped up

were chattering, Cornelie came downstairs.

sarcastically, “What are you doing here?

visit you. Can’t you appreciate it?”

I’d rather see my

pursed her lips as

her lips as she

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

child?”

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

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

Fine! Joan can easily do the job instead of her.