I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 387 A Cruel Lesson

Abigail scowled. “I don’t need your permission.”

“I’m not joking, Abigail. If you don’t want to be the Pearsons’ target again, stay away from Eric,” Sean barked out.

“I’m thankful that you took care of the Pearsons for me, but that does not mean you can stop me from getting close to anyone I like, she coldly retorted with a rebellious light in her eyes.

He looked at her and slowly uttered, “If you’re truly thankful, then remember what I just said.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.”

He felt like he had been punching a pillow this entire time. When he saw that she had closed her eyes, refusing to talk to him, he had no choice but to return to his work.

She woke up just two hours later.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of Sean standing by the window as his laptop was placed on the wide window sill.

His hands looked particularly beautiful under the sunlight. They looked like works of art.

They danced across the keyboard as though he was playing the piano.

She observed him for a few minutes before looking away.

“What would you like to drink? I have coffee, juice, and smoothies for you. Take your pick. Sean stopped working and turned to coldly look at her.

“Smoothie,” she replied.

He grabbed a cup of smoothie from the fridge and handed it to her. “I was serious. Eric Davidson is not an option. He’ll only bring you trouble.”

At that moment, everything Kevin had said to Sean had been thrown to the back of his mind.

the ice-blended drink and did not say

knew there was no point forcing

living in your home in Pendorf?” she abruptly

nodded. “Grandmother

how another woman has

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grandmother just to get with

fact. I was not bragging,” he

not resist rolling

done with her smoothie, she got

busy working when he noticed she was pulling her blankets back. Still, he promptly stood

fine. Go back to your work. If you’re really busy, just return to Pendorf. I’ve made myself clear last time. I don’t want to be disturbed. She pushed

back, but I have one condition. You cannot interact with Eric again,”

snorted. “Why should I

gritted his teeth.

the door as she headed into the

was right, she was working with Eric to get rid of Tristan. How could she stay away from him at this

he was hypocritical enough to

crew member in charge of

room.

a very superficial tone in his voice as he greeted Sean, “You’re here as well, Mr. Graham? Here to take

on his lips

defending her, and now,

women as playthings, their love triangle was something he looked.

wondered if Tristan really had a death wish. How could he mock Sean the moment

pretense of being human is quite good for a beast,” Sean blandly

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exceedingly ugly look. “Mr. Graham, it’s inappropriate to say

with eyes so cold that it sent

for long. Instead, he turned to