I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 227 All for Her

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

He was holding a plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and get ready for lunch.”

to be at work?” Abigail headed

caught a couple of

he really working, or was he just

at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing

there were three dishes and a

you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

the food, she found her

“Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be

the table, chatting like ordinary friends about

the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions somewhat

short while before she

He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the rich

stomach began to

down her needle and touched her stomach, letting out a

like she had eaten quite a bit for

there was a knock on the

if it was time

was

with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands were

finish everything before

You can continue after you’ve

really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled so

sat at the dining table, Abigail

large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

until he placed the pot on the table that

you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I caught more than they

that sometimes men could

you caught them all? Aren’t the kids upset?” Abigail licked her lips and got up to wash

hands.