I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 228 Must Not Owe Him

Seeing her happy, Sean smiled but didn’t say anything. Since Abigail didn’t want to bring up the past, he wouldn’t either. He cherished every moment he spent with her now.

Abigail felt thoroughly satisfied after this meal.

As Sean cleared the table, he asked, “You’ve always liked these, haven’t you?”

When she married him, the dietary restrictions at his home were strict, so Abigail rarely had the chance to eat these kinds of indulgent, heavy foods. She must have missed them.

“Quinn Village is close to the sea, and there are ponds around as well. I grew up playing around in these places. Of course, I like them, My grandmother is very good at making these dishes.” Abigail leaned back in her chair and wiped her hands, which were still faintly scented with oil, with a wet

cloth.

“I’m glad you like them. If you’re busy, you can go back to your room. I’ll be busy too,” Sean said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Abigail stood up, feeling a little embarrassed to ask. Sean had been the one helping her with meals all day. It wasn’t right to let him do all the work.

“No need, go do your thing.” Sean naturally wanted her to spend more time with him, but pursuing someone required patience.

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t insist.

and closed the door She could still hear faint sounds

long Sean had been busy preparing the food, but his

she should do something tomorrow as she couldn’t let Sean do everything; otherwise,

about to sit down and continue her work, her phone buzzed, She picked it up and saw it was

said she can recuperate at home, but you know her. There’s no way she’ll obediently go

her grandmother a piece of her mind. Her grandmother was really

call

Abigail immediately dialed

they might chat for a while, Abigail held her phone

out as soon as the

heard you’re on a business trip. How do you have time to call me?” Analise

Abigail almost couldn’t bring herself

the countryside?”

the hospital…

a month so she could be discharged, but old people’s wounds healed slowly. Abigail was worried that if she came back too soon, her wound might get

It’s not like they’re not allowing you to move. Anyway,

“Abigail, I will take good care of

what happened? The doctor told me that your diabetes isn’t well controlled. Grandma, where

said, “The doctor is talking nonsense! Of course, I’ve been

don’t lie to me,”