I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 95 I’m Not Wearing, Then

Abigail’s cheeks burned, and her ears got red, but she pretended to be fine. “If you don’t like it, you can come out naked.”

Sean held her wrist and pulled her back to him. Caught by surprise, Abigail fell into his embrace. In her panic, she put her hand on a private part. She got as red as a cooked shrimp, and she struggled to break free of his grasp. “Wear something. It’s broad daylight. What are you trying to do?”

“You remember my size well.” Sean looked at Abigail. He was in a bad mood, but his mood got better after finding out Abigail had his clothes lying around in her house. She reserved a spot for him in her house.

Abigail thought he was talking about something more perverted, and she got so embarrassed she wanted to hide in a hole. Angrily, she looked at Sean. “So, are you wearing it or what?”

“Touch it more. It’ll leave a deeper impression. Makes buying clothes for me easier.” Sean smiled devilishly.

It was Abigail’s first time seeing him acting like that. A moment of stunned silence later, she broke free of his grasp and got up, after which she realized she had also taken off the towel that was

covering Sean. “You perv!” She hurled the towel at Sean.

Even though she’d seen his junk a lot of times, the impact of the sight still made her heart race. Sean stood up.

pervert when you’re the one who took my only

away? You’re so unreasonable.”

hadn’t

then knocked

come back out.

thing,” said Sean

could hear that Sean was happy. Sean

walked

to the mirror in the room and checked himself out. The clothes fit him

color matched enough.

room. Analise looked at the dashing Sean, and she grinned. “You look handsome, Sean. I say you youngsters should wear

cold and uninviting a lot of times. The blue tie evened out his iciness, and the smoke–grey suit made his skin look even more

but he said nothing. After lunch, he left. Abigail rubbed some salve on Analise’s ankle. She was going to go back to the production team, but Sean’s grandmother, Cornelie, called her and told her to meet her at a clinic.

up. Cornelie approached her and dragged her into the clinic. “I’ve been asking tons of

a little depressed. Over the last three years, she’d taken all kinds of medicines and gone through different kinds of treatments, but Sean didn’t want to have anything to do with her. There was no use in having medicine

pregnant. Before this, she thought it’d be great if she could get pregnant, but she changed her mind. She didn’t want to