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.

“If

for Sean, and the strong smell of alcohol immediately greeted

carried him and greeted Abigail with a smile. “Good evening, Abigail. Sean had a bit

of him. Would you like to come in?” She approached

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Please take care of Sean. He’s not

gave a

Kevin sighed inwardly.

couch and planned to get some hangover medicine. This used to be her place, so she didn’t

she got up to retrieve her phone,

massage it for me?” His voice was

agreed to

cold weather had affected her work, and without

sat down next to him and used her fingers to massage

As soon

on your own. Don’t come back. I don’t like taking care of a drunkard. Abigail warned him, her voice

annoyance.

vague sound of agreement and reached out to encircle Abigail’s waist. His tone was

be flirtatious,”

embrace and whispered, “I never liked Joan… not

alcohol was more likely to speak their hidden thoughts

a straight face and continued to massage

me.” Sean tightened his hold

events that followed were a blur

her a lot, and the two of them entangled from the living room to the

was very

she succumbed