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.

door She could still hear faint

had been busy preparing the food, but his actions today had put

let

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

going home today. The doctor said she can recuperate at home, but you know her. There’s no way she’ll obediently

mind. Her grandmother was really

call

immediately dialed

they might chat for a while, Abigail held her phone and left her

called out as soon as the call was

business trip. How do you have

voice, Abigail almost couldn’t bring herself to reprimand

said you want to come back to the countryside?” Abigail went

quickly tried to explain, “It’s just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones

came back too soon, her wound might get infected. She wanted to wait until Analise was completely healed before

like they’re not allowing you to move. Anyway, you’re not leaving the hospital.” Abigail’s

I will take good care of

said that before, but what happened? The doctor told me that your diabetes isn’t well controlled. Grandma, where did you spend all the money?” Abigail’s

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

to me,”