I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

“What are you looking at?” Abigail’s face held a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

She wasn’t sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

“Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?” Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn’t intend to have a deep conversation with Sean and was about to head back.

“Let’s take a stroll?” Sean approached her.

“No need, I still have work to finish.” She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmother wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital for too long.

“You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would delay your work even more?” Sean gently held Abigail’s wrist without much thought.

Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

“Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice,” Sean said, pulling her toward the exit.

“This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!” Abigail freed herself from Sean’s grasp.

“Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross–industry designers,” Sean said, pulling Abigail’s hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at once and followed Sean.

“Taking a walk?” The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging a

the woman.

listening to the couple’s

our village into a tourist village will really work? I’m still counting on the compensation to buy a new house in the city,” the woman,

1/4

husband.

want to demolish all the houses in the village. But what can

Otherwise, the whole village will suffer if we don’t get the

in silence,

should we persuade them in a nice way?” The man

pursed her lips

why he was so upset. He had such a bad temper. It was surprising that he

suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s walk

suspected that Sean was deliberately

Sean

along, and

the couple, the woman murmured,

was a hint of envy in her

riverside with a dense

is quite rare,” Sean said to

really hard

her phone, snapped a photo,

never seen fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in the

tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn’t

The couple approached them.

the woman

smiled

them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer,” the woman said,

gone. “What she said is actually

to go back. I just

me too.”