I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 161 My Heart Aches for Her

Abigail showed her hand to the pharmacist, who noticed the frostbite on her fingers. She said, “Have you been out in the cold all day? There’s heating indoors; it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.”

“Yeah, I work outside,” Abigail replied.

Sean, with a stern expression, asked, “Aside from what she mentioned, isn’t there any other way? If the work has to be done outside, is there a solution?”

Abigail shot him a glare. “It’s none of your business!”

The pharmacist quickly intervened, “He’s just concerned about you. Sir, if she has to work. outside, keeping warm is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, treatment won’t be effective.”

“Just fell me if I can use acupuncture, Abigail expressed some concern. Many crew members on the set had the same problem.

“Yeah, it’s an option. But it’s not really necessary. If you’re indoors for three or four days, the frostbite on your cheeks and cars should clear up” The pharmacist stuttered a bit, finding them both intimidating and strangely pleasing to the eye.

Abigail nodded in understanding-

After leaving the pharmacy, Sean followed Abigail.

Abigail was getting a bit annoyed. She was about to say something when Sean spoke up. “You don’t want us arguing on set, do you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Abigail turned around, giving him a hostile look.

Seeing that she was about to get worked up again, Sean interjected. “I promise you, there’s nothing romantic between Joan and me.”

“It’s none of my concern,” Abigail said coldly.

“You’re my wife. How can it not be your concern?” Sean retorted.

Abigail gave a bitter laugh and didn’t respond.

Back at the hotel, Sean trailed behind Abigail. She was about to enter her room when he reached out and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time, and something goes wrong?”

of

to

said, restraining his

Abigail reluctantly

room. He looked a bit puzzled

the medicine down when there was

turned and opened

door. Seeing Sean, he quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr. Graham, are you paying

he called Abigail “cousin” grated on Sean’s nerves. He had a stern

attitude. He then reached

approached the door. She smiled and asked Eric, “Can’t

I’d see if there’s anything to eat,” Eric

before he took a step

back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.”

promptly closed the

stood outside her room for a while before

knit, and his expression

so much concern for his cousin and came all this

away from home, Eric couldn’t shake

sat on the living room couch, and Sean approached her, taking her

a dozen slaps in return.

a glance. “Even if you provoke me, I won’t lay a hand on you. Do you think I’m like

Abigail huffed.

the frostbite on her hand. “Should

coagulated. It’s not circulating anymore,”

around the frostbite turned pale, while the inside, where the skin cells had died, had a red

needle, sterilized it, and swabbed some alcohol on Abigail’s hand before

ointment didn’t work?” He was

hand, so fair and delicate, made it hard for