I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 555 Calling Your Name Again And Again

“She will always be my grandma,” Abigail said softly as she gazed out the window. Analise had given her life, so she would forever be her grandmother.

Sean held her hand and said, “She’s my grandma too.”

Abigail pulled her hand away and said, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to when you pleased him today.”

Sean blinked innocently and asked, “Please who?”

“Stop pretending.” Abigail wished she could strangle him.

“I was just touched by what he and Madam Harper did. I’m willing to be friends with anyone who stands by your side,” Sean said cleverly.

Abigail snorted. “Don’t touch me without asking next time. The reason I leaned on you and cried today was because I feel sad, but that doesn’t mean I’ve accepted you!”

“Should I work harder then?” Sean asked.

Abigail didn’t answer him.

Back in L.Moon, she took a shower and went to rest. Sean lay on the couch in the office, pondering Abigail’s words.

She said she hadn’t accepted me yet. Does that mean I can court her now? Sean was thrilled by this thought and hugged the cushion beside him. As he slept with happiness in his heart, he had a dream about himself and Abigail being intimate. When he woke up, Analise was awkwardly covering him with a blanket.

“Old Mrs. Quinn,” Sean said in a hoarse voice.

not let Abigail see you like this,” Analise, an experienced person, was only momentarily

sighed and covered himself with the cushion. Then, he turned to look at Abigail, who was working at the desk. “When did you

long ago. Take a shower. We’re taking Grandma out for

used to be a workaholic, but now it was Abigail

Sean hummed in acknowledgment.

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him. “Hurry up. Why are

dream.” Sean said as he stared at her with his deep

that split second, she blushed and lowered her head, pretending to

dream, I kept calling your

her face reddened. She blushed even more,

cute.

the blanket off. “You’re right. There’s no need to hide. since you’ve seen me in all

she shouldn’t

you,” Sean replied

later, Abigail heard Sean’s voice from the bathroom. “Ms. Quinn, there are no men’s clothes in the bathroom. What should I do? I

since no men lived here. Then, she approached the bathroom door

“Do

have any new towels? I feel awkward standing in

did

on. I’ll bring you a towel.” She found a new towel in the cabinet. Luckily, it was large enough to cover

opened the door without warning,

me,” Sean teased her before

with a reddened face. As she sat back down

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