I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 67 Comments Go Crazy

Abigail had found a quiet spot in the garden to focus on her design sketches. As the sun began to set, she slipped back to her room.

During this time, she had many suspicions. Still, she wasn’t sure if Sean had helped her replace the design sketches.

Her next step was to turn those designs into finished drafts before moving on to making the

clothes.

The bi–weekly tea gathering had resumed, but today’s theme had unexpectedly changed from the

previous one.

A group of people gathered in the sunroom on the hotel’s rooftop for a meal featuring tea art and

desserts.

Abigail and Luna had arrived early. After sitting down, Abigail whispered to Luna, “Sean doesn’t like desserts, so he probably won’t come today.”

As soon as she said that, Sean and Kevin walked in together.

Kevin entered with a smile and greeted everyone. “Let’s keep it casual today. There’s no need to be

too formal.”

On the other hand, Sean strolled over to Abigail’s side and took a seat. As he settled in, he stretched his long legs, slightly opening them. She couldn’t help but feel his legs brushing against hers, especially today when she was wearing a short dress. Through the suit fabric, she could clearly sense his body temperature.

reddened. She contemplated adjusting her

leaned closer to Abigail and asked, “Is it so hard to

you for something?”

puzzled and turned to look at him. “What

you mean?”

He

asking, “Are you burning bridges? I helped you out of a tight spot,

her replace the design sketches. However, he didn’t mention the incident in their last encounter, which put her at ease.

she spoke, she

reclined on the couch, and his eyes narrowed as

letting it hang loosely, with a round wooden bead that swayed as she moved. This was the first

of look is that? It’s like he wants

want to read it now. It must be

he has no feelings for her, but the moment he walked in, he zeroed in on the

I can’t stop laughing. Am I watching a fashion design competition or a romance show? I don’t care. I want to see more! Please, don’t stop this,

angry!

turned his head and noticed Sean’s intense stare at Abigail. It was as

it to Sean with both hands. “Thank

holding a green- glazed tea cup and looking at him expectantly. After taking a sip, he frowned at

down, he looked at the bewildered Abigail. “It’s quite bitter, and I don’t like

quickly apologized. “I’ll make you another

I don’t like tea. If you genuinely want to thank me, put

words made her pause, and he added, “Remember, you have

design and stood

smiled.