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

the food, but his actions today had

tomorrow as she couldn’t let Sean do everything; otherwise, she would end up

her room, about to sit down and continue her work, her phone buzzed,

at home, but you know her. There’s no way

planning to give her grandmother a piece of her mind. Her grandmother was really something; she was starting

I’ll call

Abigail immediately

for a while, Abigail held her phone and left her room,

called out as soon as the call was

a business trip. How do you have time to call

couldn’t

to the countryside?” Abigail went straight to the point considering her grandmother’s

explain, “It’s just too uncomfortable lying in the hospital… My old bones ache from lying down too much, and my back

she came back too soon, her wound might get infected. She wanted to wait until Analise was completely healed before she would agree to Analise

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

bit. “Abigail, I will take good

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

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