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

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

eyes. Was he really working, or was he just

down at the dining table, she noticed Sean bringing in dish after

closer inspection, there were

expect you to be able to cook these ordinary dishes.” Abigail

the food, she found her mouth

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

sat at the table,

afternoon, Sean went out again. Abigail sat by the window, gazing

only sat for a short while before

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

began

touched her stomach, letting out a

she had eaten quite a bit for lunch.

a knock on

up, wondering if

scent was

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

finish everything before June, Abigail

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

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

the dining table, Abigail patiently waited

a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck to

on the table

you get these?” Abigail’s mouth

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

herself that sometimes men could be