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 the

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

help rolling her eyes. Was he

she noticed Sean

there were three

to be able to cook these

the food, she found her

sat across from her, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Once you master cooking, whether it’s simple or complex, you’ll be able to

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

sat by the window, gazing at

for a short while before she started

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

began to

touched her stomach,

quite a bit for

then, there was a

wondering if

was

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

to finish everything before

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

looking forward to what Sean had prepared.

Abigail patiently waited for Sean to serve the

out with a large iron pot. Abigail craned her

placed the pot on the table that Abigail saw the bright red spicy

these?”

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

thought to herself that sometimes men could