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

I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a

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

down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in

inspection, there were three dishes and

to be able to cook these ordinary

food,

whether it’s simple or complex,

sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends about these trivial

by the window, gazing at the mountains

only sat for a short while before she started to

was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when the rich aroma reached

began to

and touched

eaten quite a bit for lunch.

was a knock on the

up, wondering if it was time for

scent was

there, asking, “Are you done with your work?”

won’t be able to finish everything

have dinner first. You can continue after

and she was really looking forward to

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

iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

he placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw

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

herself that sometimes men could be