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 work?” Abigail

raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I was. I inspected the surroundings and caught a couple of

Was he really working, or was he just

dining table, she

closer inspection, there were three dishes and

be able to cook these

the food, she

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

sat at the table, chatting like ordinary friends

by the window, gazing

only sat for a short while before she started to keep herself

some local delicacies. Abigail was still working on her dress when

began

put down her needle and touched her stomach, letting

bit for lunch. How

was a knock

wondering if it was time for dinner

was

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

to finish everything

dinner first. You can continue after

looking forward to what Sean had prepared. It smelled so

at the dining table, Abigail

with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her neck

the table that

you get these?” Abigail’s

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

herself that sometimes men