I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 71 Wait for the Day You Succeed

Abigail leaned against the wall, lifting her injured leg as she breathed lightly. It was dark inside, so Sean could not see it. He took out his phone and turned on the torchlight. Then, he crouched down before her. “How’s your leg?”

She almost lost her balance and subconsciously reached out to hold onto his shoulder. Gently, she moved her left ankle. “It hurts a little, but I’m unsure if it’s sprained.”

Feeling her strength, Sean reached out and held her left ankle. Abigail shivered a little, reflexively tightening her grip on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, “I’m fine… Don’t…”

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. “Are you getting weak just because I held your ankle?”

Her face flushed as she bit her lip, her eyes moist. “I’m scared of the pain.” With that, she looked away. Under the glow of the torchlight, her ears were translucent, and the red tint on them was

more visible than ever.

It was only then that Sean realized that Abigail might be embarrassed. He gazed at the woman’s

slightly raised leg, her foot pale and pretty as the silver high heels wrapped around it. Faint veins

and the bump on her ankle was slightly protruding. Beyond that was

as he applied light force

feeling the sensation of his warm palm on her ankle. She was about to lose her balance, so she could only lean against the

one who asked me to write the annotations. I wasn’t the one

that. He had only made a reasonable guess, but he decided not to probe further since it had been debunked. His gaze turned dark as he gazed at the pale leg that kept retracting. He asked in a low voice,

like that. However, she was about to answer when his phone rang. Lowering her head, she saw that it

and stood up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gazed at her before asking Joan over the phone, “What’s the

voice sounded from

gaze, tentatively putting her

voice was instantly filled with concern

scared… There’s something in the room… I don’t know what it is… Sean, come over and

me.” With that, Joan

Abigail, who placed a hand against the wall as she spoke in a distant and polite tone, “Give me the drafts, and you can go. I just

for a moment, but

if it’s okay. Let’s go.” With his arm around her waist,

to leave with him.