I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Danger Approaches Silently

Abigail looked at Cameron and suddenly exclaimed loudly, “Sean said you have a different S**ual orientation; that’s why he doesn’t want to come over to pick up the clothes. He’s afraid that might have ideas about him.”

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His face displayed surprise for a moment. After a while, he smiled in a very polite manner and replied, “Mr. Graham is just trying to make you happy. I understand his intentions.”

She could hear Sean burst into laughter from inside the room. It was the first time she had heard. him laugh so heartily.

So, she smiled awkwardly at Cameron and grabbed the paper bag before closing the door.

“Go change your clothes,” she told Sean as she walked to the bedside.

There was a teasing smile in his eyes as he looked at her while leaning on the bed. “Okay”

After she tossed the paper bag to him, he lifted the blanket and unabashedly changed his clothes right in front of her.

“You’ve seen and had a good taste of it all. So, you can’t keep bringing up divorce,” he said to her bluntly.

She felt like kicking him when she heard those ridiculous words coming from his l*ps.

After lunch, Sean and Cameron left for the airport together

Before they left, Sean reminded Abigail once again, “Even if you’re angry, you shouldn’t ignore my calls. When you don’t answer, I worry about you and will start looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you said you had something important to discuss with me,” she asked as she shook her raised phone.

“Yes.” He nodded. Suddenly, he leaned closer to her, his voice low and seductive as he said, “I wanted to ask you, how was your experience the night before last? How was it compared to before?”

She instantly shoved him away and rolled her eyes before sauntering off.

A faint smile lingered at the corner of Sean’s l*ps. Only after he watched her enter the embroidery studio did he turn to leave with Cameron.

As their car slowly departed, a man wearing a cap emerged from behind a tall tree by the roadside with his eyes squinted.

He stared at the entrance of the embroidery studio for a while before sending a message to

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Kingston. ‘Is there a possibility that Abigail is Sean’s wife?”

Joan learned about this message shortly after. When she recalled various events from the past, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows, lost in thought.

Kingston immediately sent her another message. ‘Sean says he’s pursuing her, so she might not be. However, if you don’t like her, I’ll find a way to prevent her from being with Sean.

“What do you think he likes about her? She doesn’t even look top-tier attractive.

‘I checked; her grandmother and his grandfather have a good relationship. It’s probably this connection that led to her being taken care of by Sean.”

Suddenly, she stopped in front of an antique puzzle ball pendant.

This ball is only half an inch in size, but it has five layers. Naturally, it’s all carved by our owner.” the waitress explained.

Abigail leaned in for a closer look and saw that each layer was incredibly thin, yet the patterns were very intricate. “This one has got to be very expensive, right?” she asked. For some reason, she felt that this ball was somehow perfect for Sean.

“Let me ask the owner, the waitress said before quickly heading to the kitchen.

After a short while, the shop owner came out while kneading a piece of dough. As he looked at the antique puzzle ball, he said, “This is 150 thousand.”

She was utterly dumbfounded when she heard the price he had set.

“It’s made from the wood of the small acacia tree, which is very hardy. I spent five years making this piece, and it still exudes the scent of violets to this day,” he elaborated.

Five years. It’s certainly worth the price, but I don’t have that much money… “Please serve me the pastries. and tea first. I need some time to think things over,” she told him.

The shop owner’s last name was Pearson, which she noticed when she paid for her meal.

“Sure. My name is Josh, by the way. Feel free to call me by my name,” he said before turning and heading back to the kitchen.