I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 109 It’s Your Handwriting

Abigail emerged from the bathroom and found Scan fixated on the draft on the coffee table. A sense of uncase gripped her, and she blurted out, “How’d you get in?”

His focus was abruptly shattered. He turned to her and then walked over to pick up the draft. “Kevin gave me a key card, so I let myself in. Why is there a problem with that?”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. A moment later, she calmly asked, “Why did Kevin give you the key card? What made him think I wouldn’t let you in?”

Ignoring her question, Sean studied the draft. Abigail tightened her towel and approached him, her nerves under control. “So, what do you think of the changes?”

“Why is the paper filled with your handwriting?” He held the draft and looked at her. Her hair was‘ still wet, and water droplets trailed down her collarbone. He found himself captivated by that, momentarily lost in thought. She spoke, but her voice seemed distant.

“Ms. Smith wants me to pick up the design. She’ll let me write all the elements of the design she comes up with to nurture my creativity.”

Abigail said wasn’t registering with Sean. He put the draft down and examined the altered dress. It was beautiful, but it didn’t quite capture his attention like that single droplet of water sliding down her body. She walked closer to him. The scent

gesture, he picked her up in a princess carry

on purpose?”

and retorted, “You barged into my room, and now you’re accusing me of doing this on

ignored her response and playfully tossed her

smacked him. “I haven’t dried my

makes your bed wet, you

doubts that arose after seeing the draft were washed away by

night.

looked at

Sean entered my room last night with a key card. He

Luna gasped. “So, he…”

Abigail reassured her, then leaned closer and confided

seduce Sean.

They reached the dining hall, and Damian discreetly led the ladies away from the camera’s view. Carefully, he began, “I ran into Nina in the garden at five

were up

I decided to take a stroll in the garden to unwind, but

Joan entering. She guided Abigail to a seat. After everyone settled in, Victor grumbled, “You’re still modifying your design,