I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 186 Who Is Your Wife?

Abigail unintentionally verbally argued with him and didn’t even realize it herself. Cameron had already said before that this was Abigail’s way of getting close to Sean. Of course, Sean would not tell Abigail that in the event that she distanced herself from him to avoid these arguments.

During breakfast, Sean suddenly spoke, “I’ll be heading to the police station later. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll head back directly.”

She merely nodded and focused on her meal, and he reached out to pat her head.

“Are

you possessed?” She tilted her head with a mouthful of food and mumbled.

“How am I possessed by patting my own wife?” Sean’s tone carried a hint of annoyance.

“Who’s your wife?” Abigail retorted as she shifted her body.

To her surprise, she soon realized that Sean wasn’t really mad but was merely looking at her with

smile

Abigail furrowed her brow and felt that the man seemed to have changed somewhere down the line. If she had acted like this in the past, he would definitely have been upset.

She quietly analyzed Sean’s change and couldn’t help but think of the scene where he had made that secret phone call in the hallway. He seemed to know everything but refused to say anything.

suspect that this was related to

hold her hand and say a few

about now?” he asked

hand on the car window and gazed down at him. “I’m not angry with you. There’s no need for that either. Just run

into the embroidery studio, and his tongue couldn’t help but touch the inner

went to the police station to complete some formalities and reconfirm whether the person Taught in the surveillance

Joan’s brother, but there was something about that person’s demeanor that reminded him of him. Sean was almost certain that this person and Joan’s

find this interesting?” he asked the person on the other end of

“Sean Graham, I only have one request. Take care of my sister. I don’t understand why you’d want

her. Is that reason enough? Kingston, I don’t want to waste time dealing with you. Just present a solution

for your wife. Who is she, really?” Kingston’s voice carried an

tone.

dare to get someone to investigate her privately, I promise everything about Joan will be ruined. You know what she fears

back and meet me,” Kingston said before

for a

about the materials used in

dozen MMS. When she noticed that the elderly craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly shoved her phone back into her bag

to be polished into such small beads, and there’s some wastage involved, but I’m willing to give it a try,” the

Abigail responded with a

phone. She opened her inbox

angles, Joan looked elated and was clearly blushing throughout the entire