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.”

at work?” Abigail headed

surroundings and caught a couple of

Was he

dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish

closer inspection, there were three dishes and a

didn’t expect you to be able to cook these

the food, she found her mouth

cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to make it. The difference is

two of them sat at the table,

afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions

only sat for a short while before

somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail

began to

and touched her

like she had eaten quite a bit for lunch. How had she

then, there was a

stood up, wondering if

scent was

you done with your work?” He was wearing an

won’t be able to finish everything before June,

case, let’s have dinner first. You can continue after you’ve eaten,” Sean

too, and she was really looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled so

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

large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to

placed the pot on the table that Abigail

you get these?” Abigail’s

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

to herself that sometimes