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.”

to be at work?” Abigail headed for

eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish

couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was

dining table, she noticed

were

to be able to cook

the food, she found her mouth

playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or

the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

by the

only sat for a short while before she started to keep

somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the rich aroma

began

down her needle and touched her

felt like she had eaten quite a bit

there was a knock on

wondering if it was time

scent was

and saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands were still

to finish everything before

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

was hungry too, and she was really looking forward

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to

pot. Abigail

the table that Abigail saw the

get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

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

thought to herself that sometimes men could