I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 228 Must Not Owe Him

Seeing her happy, Sean smiled but didn’t say anything. Since Abigail didn’t want to bring up the past, he wouldn’t either. He cherished every moment he spent with her now.

Abigail felt thoroughly satisfied after this meal.

As Sean cleared the table, he asked, “You’ve always liked these, haven’t you?”

When she married him, the dietary restrictions at his home were strict, so Abigail rarely had the chance to eat these kinds of indulgent, heavy foods. She must have missed them.

“Quinn Village is close to the sea, and there are ponds around as well. I grew up playing around in these places. Of course, I like them, My grandmother is very good at making these dishes.” Abigail leaned back in her chair and wiped her hands, which were still faintly scented with oil, with a wet

cloth.

“I’m glad you like them. If you’re busy, you can go back to your room. I’ll be busy too,” Sean said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Abigail stood up, feeling a little embarrassed to ask. Sean had been the one helping her with meals all day. It wasn’t right to let him do all the work.

“No need, go do your thing.” Sean naturally wanted her to spend more time with him, but pursuing someone required patience.

“Alright.” Abigail didn’t insist.

door She could still hear faint sounds from

how long Sean had been busy preparing the food, but his actions today had

something tomorrow as she couldn’t let Sean do everything; otherwise,

her work, her phone buzzed, She picked it up and saw it was from Luna,

at home, but you know her. There’s no way she’ll obediently go home to

grandmother a piece of her mind. Her grandmother

I’ll call right

replying, Abigail immediately dialed Analise’s

a while, Abigail held her phone and left her room, heading downstairs.

out as soon as the call was

a business trip. How do you have time to

couldn’t bring

the countryside?”

the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down too much, and my back

it had been a month so she could be discharged, but old people’s wounds healed slowly. Abigail was worried that if she came back too soon, her wound might get infected.

around. It’s not like they’re not allowing you to

voice softened a bit. “Abigail, I

but what happened? The doctor told me that your diabetes isn’t well controlled. Grandma, where did you spend

this, Analise quickly said, “The doctor is talking nonsense! Of course, I’ve been