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I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 167
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Chapter 167 Darling, Are You Asleep?

Sean held Abigail in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. “By the fact that you are telling me, it

means you care about my opinion and you hope I’ll agree. It’s my fault for being jealous and making

you unhappy. Please don’t be mad, alright?

Abigail furrowed her brows and pushed Sean away forcefully. She kept silent as she walked to the

bedside, lifted the blanket, and lay down to cover her head. “Don’t say anything. I need my rest.”

She had no desire to communicate with him at the moment. The more she was caught up in his small

acts of kindness, the easier it was for her to forget her place in his heart.

In the past, when he made decisions, she merely needed to comply with them silently. Now that he was

treating her well, she was stubborn.

Sean frowned, walked over to the couch in front of the coffee table, and sat silently for a while. Then,

he took his gloves and walked to the door to send a message to call his assistant over.

Once Cameron arrived, Sean opened the door and walked out. The door clicked softly as it closed

behind him.

Abigail lifted the blanket and walked barefoot to the door to peer outside through the peephole.

After ensuring that he wasn’t outside, she went to retrieve Sean’s laptop and headed to the door. Then,

she gently opened it and pushed the laptop out through the gap in the door.

Not far away was Sean, who didn’t notice what was going on, handing his gloves from his pocket to

Cameron, whose attention was fully on him. “Deliver this to Josie and tell her that this was personally

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chosen by Abigail for her. Take the pair that Abigail gave her and deliver it to Eric with the message that

it’s from Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Cameron replied, taking the gloves and heading off to execute the instructions.

Feeling slightly relieved, Sean headed back to Abigail’s room. When he discovered that his laptop had

been thrown out, anger rose within him and he reached out to bang the door. “Open the door!”

Inside the room, Abigail wore soundproof earplugs, so she remained undisturbed and snored.

Frustrated at being locked outside, Sean returned to his room clutching his laptop. Then, he texted

Abigail with the message, ‘You’d better stay in your room for the rest of your life!

After typing it out, he deleted the message immediately and furrowed his brows, contemplating for a

moment before attempting a calmer approach. “It’s not suitable to burn bridges…”

Yet, he erased that as well before reluctantly asking, ‘Darling, are you asleep?’

This text seemed to disappear into thin air.

Abigail took a short nap and started to watch videos on fashion shows. This was her favorite type of

video to watch, and every time she saw those beautiful clothes showcased by models, she felt at sense

of satisfaction.

During dinnertime, he knocked on the door again, and this time, she didn’t refuse him. She opened the

door without any expression.

“I had my assistant return Eric’s gloves to him,” he said first, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

Abigail was momentarily surprised but nodded a short while later. “I gave the ones I bought to Josie

and bought another pair of you. When you have a word with Josie, don’t mention that I bought them,”

he continued.

“You’ye bought quite a few things for Joan…” She started to say but stopped herself from overthinking

and said, “Never mind.”

Sean went straight into her room and closed the door behind him. He took out his phone and. asked

Abigail, “What would you like to eat? I can get my assistant to buy it.”

“I can eat at the hotel. You don’t have to spoil me that much,” Abigail replied as she walked over to the

couch and sank into it. She was somewhat worried about Eric. The gloves are something that I should

have personally given him, but Sean has taken care of it. I didn’t expect him to do this.

Without heeding her wishes, Sean placed an order while Abigail texted Eric. ‘Did you receive the

gloves?’

Eric quickly replied, ‘Yes, I did.

She stared at the message, contemplating whether or not to explain herself. Ethically and logically

speaking, she should do so since he had assisted her. Yet, she was also afraid of saying too much and

causing Eric to overthink. He was not in a good condition for the past few days, and she didn’t want to

further affect his work.

With a furrowed brow, she held her phone, deep in thought, and Sean noticed her conflicted.

expression.

“Who are you chatting with? Why do you look conflicted?” Sean asked.

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“None of your business,” Abigail replied as she glanced at him.

Sean was becoming frustrated. He sat down and opened his laptop, saying, “You left my laptop outside

today. If it had been stolen and the contents of it leaked, you would have been in trouble.”

“The hallway has surveillance cameras. Who would be foolish enough to steal your computer?” Abigail

replied without looking up from her phone.

“Is it so hard to say something nice?” he asked.

She casually looked at him and commented, “Here we go again.”

He rose to his feet and prepared a foot bath for her, too tired to argue with her.

As expected, Eric was under the weather. After being ill for three days, Abigail still visited him in his

room with a bowl of soup. Sean wasn’t around today, and with the end of the approaching, his

company had a party, so he couldn’t stay.

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Upon entering the room, she heard Eric coughing incessantly, after which his assistant quickly. poured

him some water.

“Eric, I came to see you,” Abigail called out from the door.

“Place the things by the cabinet near the door. I’m down with a severe cold, and it wouldn’t be good to

pass the infection to you,” Eric responded from his bed, his expression distant.

She keenly noticed him being distant. Without saying much, she placed the soup down and prepared to

leave.