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.”

you supposed to be at work?”

caught a couple of fish on

eyes. Was he really working, or was he

table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after

closer inspection, there were three dishes and

to cook these

the food, she found her

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

at the table, chatting like

the window, gazing

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

began to

down her needle and touched her stomach,

bit for lunch. How

was a knock on the

if it was

was so

“Are you done with your work?” He was wearing an apron, and his hands

able to finish everything before

let’s have dinner first. You

too, and she was really looking forward

Abigail patiently

pot. Abigail craned her neck to get a

placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright

did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather proud. “I have some experience with fishing, so I

herself that sometimes