I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 The Unwanted One

Sean’s l*ps traced her fair neck, and his hands began to wander. Abigail did not resist him.

Her b*dy was heating up after she was k*ssed all over. When she looked at him, she asked with a trembling voice, “Why did you wear a white suit today?”

He did not answer her and k*ssed her l*ps.

When Abigail woke up the next morning, Sean had already left. She freshened up and headed to the living room, where she found Analise busy. Analise turned to her and asked, “Sean left early and

didn’t have breakfast. Did you upset him last night?”

“No. I’m going to visit his grandparents today. You don’t need to prepare lunch for me,” Abigail said

as she walked toward the kitchen.

Analise nodded. As Abigail walked out of the kitchen holding breakfast, her grandmother added, “I

made some pasta for you and Sean. I’ll put them in the freezer. If you don’t feel like cooking, just

reheat them.”

Just as Abigail sat at the dining table, she looked at Analise and asked, “Why? Are you going home?”

Analise nodded. “Yes. Living here is too restricting. I’m stuck at home all day and unable to do

anything. I’m not used to it.”

“After some time, I plan to buy a new house with a yard. You can plant flowers and greens in the

yard,” Abigail said anxiously.

“Why bother? My roots are in the village, and I can’t live in the city,” Analise said with a kind smile.

Abigail drank her soup. “Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you’ll use the money to treat

your diabetes every month. Don’t try to save money on it.”

“I’m not…” Analise replied in a low voice.

“If you follow your treatment regularly, your eyes won’t go blind. The doctor said last time that if you keep this up, you’ll lose your eyesight.” Abigail expressed her worry and no longer kept it a

secret.

At that moment, Analise fell silent.

The morning sun shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow around her. She looked

exceptionally tender. “Grandma, if you promise me, I’ll let you return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I gotta return to your town to look after you.”

“What nonsense are you on about… I’ll get proper treatment, so you don’t have to worry. Okay?”

Analise’s voice carried a hint of sadness.

At the Graham Estate, Abigail brought some pasta made by Analise. Although she knew Cornelie would not care for them much, she still could not come empty-handed.

When Colby saw her, he put down what he was doing and asked in a friendly tone, “Didn’t Sean

come with you?”

“He’s even busier after returning from his business trip, so I’m here to help out,” Abigail replied before changing her shoes and carrying a beautiful little basket.

When he saw the basket in her hand, he scolded her with a hint of displeasure, “You didn’t have to!” Despite his words, he still called out, “Dahlia.”

She immediately rushed out of the kitchen.

Abigail walked over to him and uttered softly, “The pasta is made by Grandma, and there’s a box of