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?”

was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side.

Was he really working, or was

she noticed Sean bringing in

closer inspection, there were three dishes

to cook these ordinary dishes.”

food, she found her

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

sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these

Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the

for a short while before she started

had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress

stomach began to

her needle and touched her stomach, letting

like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

was a knock on

up, wondering if it was time for

was so

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

to finish

first. You can continue after you’ve

looking

table, Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the

large iron pot.

until he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw

get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

a group of kids this afternoon, Sean answered, sounding rather

to herself that sometimes men could be