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.

gave Abigail reason to suspect that this was related

off at the embroidery store. He wanted to hold her hand and say a few words to her. Alas, she simply brushed his hand aside

about now?”

hand on the car window and gazed down at him. “I’m

into the embroidery studio, and his

reconfirm whether the person Taught

something about that person’s demeanor that

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

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

want to waste time dealing with you. Just

to care a lot for your wife. Who is she, really?”

tone.

privately, I promise everything about Joan will be ruined. You know what she fears the most even better than I do,” came

back and meet me,” Kingston

held his phone for a

a conversation with an elderly craftsman about the materials

out her phone and saw over a dozen MMS. When she noticed that the elderly craftsman stopped speaking, she quickly shoved her phone back into her bag and asked, “Is

small beads, and there’s some wastage involved, but I’m willing to

you,” Abigail responded

sun hat and took out her phone. She opened her inbox

was clearly blushing throughout the entire meal. unable to hide her affection