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.

returned to her room and closed the door She could still hear faint

had been busy preparing the food,

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

her room, about to sit down and continue her work, her phone buzzed, She

going home today. The doctor said she can recuperate at home, but

piece of her mind. Her grandmother was really something; she was

I’ll call

immediately dialed

they might chat for a while, Abigail held

out as soon

I heard you’re on a business trip. How do you have

Abigail almost couldn’t bring herself to

come back to the countryside?” Abigail went straight to the point considering

to explain, “It’s just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down too much, and my back hurts every

she came back too soon, her

to move.

softened a bit. “Abigail, I will take good care of

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

is talking

lie to me,” Abigail