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.”

to be at work?” Abigail headed for

an eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of fish on the side. I wonder

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

the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in

closer inspection, there were three dishes and

you to be able to cook these ordinary

of the food, she

across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple

table,

by the window, gazing at the mountains outside, her

a short while before she started to

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

stomach began to

put down her needle and touched her stomach, letting

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

there was a knock on

quickly stood up, wondering if it

was so

“Are you done with your

won’t be able to finish everything

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

hungry too, and she was really looking forward

dining table, Abigail patiently waited

a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

he placed the pot on the table

did you get these?” Abigail’s mouth was

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

herself that sometimes men