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

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

couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Was he really working,

at the dining table, she noticed Sean

inspection, there were three dishes and

didn’t expect you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail picked up her

aroma of the food, she found

cooking, whether

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

the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her emotions somewhat

sat for a short while before she started to keep

was back in the kitchen. He had somehow managed to get some local delicacies. Abigail

stomach began

her needle and touched her stomach, letting

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

a

if it

was so

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

be able to finish

let’s have dinner first. You

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

at the dining table, Abigail

out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to get

placed the pot on the table

get these?” Abigail’s mouth was practically

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

thought to herself that sometimes men could