I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 176 Trust Me

Kevin felt like he was putting himself in a difficult situation. He was just an average single guy, after all. “Okay. What kind of solution do you want me to come up with?” he asked.

Sean explained in detail.

Kevin looked at him seriously and took a while before replying. “I can’t really make comments about this situation. If I were Abigail…”

“I know it’s my problem. That’s why I asked for your advice.” Sean had a serious expression.

“Abigail is probably only concerned about Joan, your first love. It only takes a phone call for you to rush to her side whenever she wants. Just stop doing that, and everything should be fine,” Kevin replied blandly.

“Think of something else.” Sean said.

Kevin had a puzzled expression. “Sean, I don’t understand. How important is Joan?”

“She’s not important, but the things between us might also involve Abigail. It’s a complicated. matter.” Sean took a sip of his drink.

“To what extent does it involve her? Life-threatening?” Kevin asked curiously.

“Perhaps. I wouldn’t dare to bet on it,” Sean said, “especially now that our relationship has reached this point and she’s not staying home. I’m worried something might happen to her.”

Kevin could understand that.

Abigail traveled extensively for her work, and if something happened while she was away, Sean wouldn’t be able to reach her immediately, even with his abilities.

“How powerful is Joan that she can afford to disregard the law?” Kevin couldn’t help but ask this.

“Please don’t ask too much,” Sean replied coldly.

Kevin nodded. “If you say so.”

door for Sean, and the strong smell

him and greeted Abigail with a smile. “Good evening, Abigail. Sean had a bit too much to

Would you like to come in?” She approached

1/2

He’s not

a nonchalant

Kevin sighed inwardly.

planned to get some hangover medicine. This used to be

to retrieve her phone, Sean grabbed her

head hurts. Can you massage

to

her work, and without him,

to him and used her fingers to

emanating from her. As soon as her fingers

stay on your own. Don’t come back. I don’t like taking care of a drunkard. Abigail warned him,

annoyance.

to encircle Abigail’s waist. His tone was much softer

be flirtatious,”

her embrace and whispered, “I never liked Joan… not even

that a person under the influence of alcohol was more likely to speak their

kept a straight face and continued to massage his

tightened his hold on

followed were a

them entangled from the living room to the bedroom, where

was

succumbed to

Abigail in his arms. He looked at the woman in his embrace and couldn’t help

up