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.”

be at work?” Abigail headed for

caught a couple

rolling her eyes. Was he really working, or was he just

dining table, she

were three dishes and a

didn’t expect you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.”

aroma of the food, she found

across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The

at the table, chatting like

sat by the window, gazing at the mountains outside,

while

managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still

stomach began to

and touched her

quite a bit for lunch. How had she gotten

then, there was a knock on

if it was time for

scent was

saw Sean standing there, asking, “Are you done with your work?” He

won’t be able to finish everything before June, Abigail

dinner first. You

looking

at the dining table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve

iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to get a

the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright red

get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

rather proud. “I have some

herself that sometimes men