I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 726

Abigail felt dizzy from his kiss and held onto him tightly.

Sean buried his head in her neck and gently asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to say?"

"You said you missed me, so I came back," she said with a smile.

"Is there something that you must do behind my back?" he asked, confused by her sudden behavior. How could he not sense that something was bothering her?

"Are you mad at me again?" She playfully pinched his waist.

"Abby, tell me. What are you going to do?" He looked up at her.

Abigail raised her hand and gently caressed his face. "Nothing. It's because you missed me that I came back immediately. The design competition over there hasn't even started yet, so there's no rush."

"You're not someone who's so melodramatic. I've always understood that." Sean squeezed her hand.

"That was before. I couldn't feel your affection for me, so I always kept my feelings suppressed. Now that I'm sure of your feelings for me, why can't I be more honest with you?" she said earnestly.

"You've convinced me." He kissed her fingertips.

Abigail let out a soft sound. "Sean, it's because you kept saying you missed me on the phone. Every time you said it, my heart felt like it flew back to you. And when you said it twice, I couldn't help but want to be close to you."

It was the first time he heard her speak such sweet words.

He kissed her passionately and tore off her clothes without hesitation.

She responded eagerly to him.

After shamelessly spending two days at home with Sean, Abigail boarded a plane to Perou again.

Simond had secretly sent Larry from Eastbay over to Perou to wait for her there.

"I agree with your suggestion, but let's not make it too obvious. Just arrange something to keep me here." Abigail thought for a few days but couldn't come up with a convincing reason to persuade Sean.

She could only pretend that she couldn't go back due to work commitments, which allowed her to enter Martin's research lab successfully.

"Okay."

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When Abigail returned to Martin's research lab, she handed Larry over to Martin.

Andrew wheeled himself on the wheelchair to a room door, reached out to turn the doorknob, and said to Abigail behind him, "This is your room. It's equipped with everything a child needs. If you need anything else, just inform the guard at the door."

"Okay, thank you." She walked to the door and glanced at the room's interior.

The room was simply furnished, with all the necessary items and nothing unnecessary.

Andrew looked at her and secretly admired her body curves in his mind.

Andrew nodded. "Their people look beautiful in their long dresses, and the elaborate jewelry on their heads is especially stunning."

She nodded in agreement but didn't say anything further.

"I heard you're a fashion designer. Can you make these clothes?" He turned to ask her.

She leaned back on the couch. "Yes, as fashion designers, we have the ability to custom-design clothing. Those who cannot are merely amateurs."

Andrew looked at her with interest. "Really? My father often talks to me about Eswadia. He says the variety of cuisines there is endless, and the clothing styles are diverse. They change with each era."

"That's true. After all, Eswadia boasts a history of five thousand years." She willingly shared these insights with him.

After all, she still relied on Martin to provide medical treatment for Larry.

"I feel quite bored here alone. I can only pass the time by watching these TV dramas. But I want to know how the five thousand years of history have been passed down. I've read some books, but they all seem complicated to me. I can't quite grasp it," Andrew said slowly. He noticed that whenever he talked to her about her country, her eyes lit up.

It seemed like he had stumbled upon the right topic to engage in conversation.

Abigail felt he had asked a very complex question.

Explaining the intricacies of a 5,000-year history would require a significant amount of time.

"To understand this, one must study slowly. Even children in our country, from middle school to university, may not delve into it extensively." She scratched her face with her hand. She was willing to talk about it, but her understanding of the subject wasn't very deep either.