I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 176 Trust Me

Kevin felt like he was putting himself in a difficult situation. He was just an average single guy, after all. “Okay. What kind of solution do you want me to come up with?” he asked.

Sean explained in detail.

Kevin looked at him seriously and took a while before replying. “I can’t really make comments about this situation. If I were Abigail…”

“I know it’s my problem. That’s why I asked for your advice.” Sean had a serious expression.

“Abigail is probably only concerned about Joan, your first love. It only takes a phone call for you to rush to her side whenever she wants. Just stop doing that, and everything should be fine,” Kevin replied blandly.

“Think of something else.” Sean said.

Kevin had a puzzled expression. “Sean, I don’t understand. How important is Joan?”

“She’s not important, but the things between us might also involve Abigail. It’s a complicated. matter.” Sean took a sip of his drink.

“To what extent does it involve her? Life-threatening?” Kevin asked curiously.

“Perhaps. I wouldn’t dare to bet on it,” Sean said, “especially now that our relationship has reached this point and she’s not staying home. I’m worried something might happen to her.”

Kevin could understand that.

Abigail traveled extensively for her work, and if something happened while she was away, Sean wouldn’t be able to reach her immediately, even with his abilities.

“How powerful is Joan that she can afford to disregard the law?” Kevin couldn’t help but ask this.

“Please don’t ask too much,” Sean replied coldly.

nodded. “If you say

door for Sean, and the strong smell of alcohol

“Good evening, Abigail. Sean had

of him. Would you like

1/2

of Sean. He’s not in

a

Kevin sighed inwardly.

the couch and planned to get some hangover medicine. This used to be her place,

got up to retrieve her

massage it for me?” His voice

to

their time in Ragos, the cold weather had affected her work, and without him, the entire

sat down next to him and used her fingers to massage

leaned against her, and he could feel the warmth emanating from her. As soon as her fingers touched his temples, he felt his body and

up like this, find a place to stay on your own. Don’t come back. I don’t like taking care of a drunkard. Abigail warned him, her voice filled

annoyance.

and reached out to encircle Abigail’s waist. His tone was much

be flirtatious,”

and whispered, “I never liked Joan… not even

alcohol was more likely to speak their hidden thoughts and desires, he might

and continued to massage

Sean tightened

events that followed were a blur

them entangled from the living room to the bedroom, where she was pushed down onto the bed by

was very

she succumbed