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.

the door She could still hear faint sounds from

preparing the food, but his actions today had put some pressure on

she should do something tomorrow as she couldn’t let Sean do

Abigail returned to her room, about to sit down and continue her work, her phone buzzed, She picked it

the hospital. She insisted on going home today. The doctor said she can recuperate at home,

mind. Her grandmother was really something;

call right

replying, Abigail immediately dialed Analise’s

they might chat for a while, Abigail held her phone and

as soon as the call was

a business trip. How do

Abigail almost couldn’t bring

come back to the countryside?” Abigail

just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down too much, and my back hurts every

back too soon, her wound might get infected. She wanted to wait until Analise was completely

like they’re not allowing you to move. Anyway, you’re not leaving the hospital.” Abigail’s tone was

“Abigail, I

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

this, Analise quickly said, “The doctor is talking nonsense! Of