I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 227 All for Her

Sean’s gaze held a mysterious depth. “You really don’t trust me,

huh?”

“My grandmother’s life is at stake here. I can’t afford to make light of it,” Abigail replied firmly.

If there was even a one–in–a–million chance that people would find out, she would refuse Sean’s proposal.

“Alright, I promise you, no one will find out about this.”

Abigail was almost finished with her spaghetti. She glanced at Sean, who was still standing beside her. “Do you have anything else to do? If not, you can leave. I have my own matters to attend to after I finish eating.”

Sean fooked at her plate and said, “The meatballs are delicious too. Finish it. I’ll clear the dishes, and you can focus on your work.”

Abigail was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Hurry up and eat. I’ve got things to do too,” Sean gently urged.

Abigail quickly snapped back to reality. She finished her spaghetti and handed the plate to Sean, adding a courteous “Thank you.”

Sean pursed his lips slightly but didn’t respond.

True to form, Sean didn’t disturb Abigail for the rest of the morning.

At lunchtime, Abigail emerged from her room and went to the kitchen, only to find Sean already

there.

He was holding a plate of fish, and when he saw Abigail, he said in a familiar tone, “Go freshen up and get ready for lunch.”

supposed to be at work?” Abigail

the surroundings and caught a couple of

he really working, or

the dining table, she noticed Sean

inspection, there were three dishes

to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked

the food, she found her mouth

playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether

at the table, chatting like ordinary

by the window, gazing at the

sat for a short while before

the evening, Sean was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the

stomach began to

her needle and touched her stomach,

like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch. How had

there was a knock on the

up, wondering if it

scent was

standing there, asking, “Are you done with your

be able to finish

case, let’s have dinner first. You can continue

and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited

large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to

placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the

did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

with a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I caught more than

that sometimes men could