I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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Chapter 73 Independence and Self-Reliance

Ding. The elevator stopped on the floor where Abigail and Sean were staying.

Victor was about to help her out of the elevator when Sean piped up, “I live in the room next to hers. I

can help her, and you can take the elevator down.”

She glanced at Sean.

Seeing his cold expression, Victor quickly realized what was going on after recalling his previous

interactions with Abigail that had caused a stir online. He promptly released her wrist. “Well, then,

I’ll be going,” he politely said to Sean.

Sean stepped forward, helping Abigail, and gave a nonchalant grunt before leading her out of the

elevator with an icy expression. As soon as they exited the elevator, she planned to push him away

but was then grabbed by the wrist. His eyes were chilling as he questioned, “What’s wrong? Upset

that I interrupted your little rendezvous with the young man? You seem pretty angry, huh?”

Abigail’s face remained cold, and she did not argue. “Whatever.”

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Sean’s molar shifted slightly. He held her waist with one hand, his gaze icy. “So, once you’ve got the

draft, you’re ready to turn your back on me. Without any leverage, you couldn’t care less. Is that it?”

Hearing that, she felt wronged. She looked at Sean, took a silent deep breath, and suddenly smiled.

“Mr. Graham, what are you saying? I’m just afraid Joan might think we’re getting too close and get

jealous, giving her a reason to slander you and Alana again.” Without giving him a chance to speak,

she continued, “I’m aware of my limitations. I don’t expect anything from you, especially not after

you

left me, injured, to check on Joan. I only believe in independence and self-reliance.”

Sean finally caught the drift. She’s bothered about my departure.

“I won’t argue with you. Let’s go back and check on your injury first,” he said, reaching an arm

toward her.

Abigail pushed his hand away. “No need. I can walk by myself.”

As she took a step with one foot, Sean suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her

effortlessly onto his shoulder. Her head spun, a feeling of nausea rising from her stomach. She

grabbed onto his clothes, kicking her legs in a struggle. “Put me down…”

Somehow, Sean’s hand landed on her hip. His voice was calm, neither cold nor warm. “You can

shout louder, wake everyone on this floor, and let them witness us. It would help solidify the fact that

Alana and I have a close relationship.”

Abigail immediately covered her mouth, clutching his clothes and attempting to free herself. “Don’t

move!” His hand tapped her butt, and her face turned red. She was already flushed from being tossed

onto his shoulder, and that action made her even dizzier.

“Abigail, if others think I’m giving Alana special treatment, then I won’t help you, nor will I explain

myself,” Sean continued, threatening her.

With her head feeling heavy, Abigail grabbed his shirt, struggling to make the blood pooled in her head

flow back. His new suit, which he had just changed into, was all crumpled. She was uncomfortable,

swinging her legs, tilting her body, hugging Sean’s neck with both hands, and breathing heavily. “My

head hurts…”

The man allowed her to hold onto him like this, her long hair swaying in the midst of it. Finally, he

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carried her back to the room. He gently placed her on the bed, and she collapsed onto it, silently feeling

the sensation of blood returning to her body.

Sean stood by the bed, removing his suit jacket and loosening the tie on his shirt. He then threw them

aside. Meanwhile, Abigail’s hair fell loose, spreading across the bed like seaweed. As she gradually

came to her senses, she saw the man standing in front of her, rolling up his sleeves. She could not help

but swallow nervously. “What are you doing?”

He looked at her with deep, mysterious eyes but did not answer. His arms were exposed, and the

muscles on them gave him a powerful and se xy look. As she watched him unbuttoning his shirt, she

sat up on the bed, placing one hand on his waist. “Sean, what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” He slowly unbuttoned another button, his eyes as if he wanted to devour her.

Abigail felt flustered and clutched the black silk sheets. “I didn’t do anything with Victor. There’s no

need for this. I haven’t held anything against you, so you shouldn’t hold anything against me, right?”

Listening to her words, Sean undid another button. His collarbone was revealed, and a hint of his chest

was visible through the open collar. His fair skin glowed under the light, looking glossy. The woman sat

up straight, one hand placed on his waist. “It was you who left me in the garden. I found someone to

help me. What’s wrong with that?”

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