Chapter 167
I Want a Divorce
Chapter 167 Darling, Are You Asleep?
Sean held Abigail in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. âBy the fact that you are telling me, it
means you care about my opinion and you hope Iâll agree. Itâs my fault for being jealous and making
you unhappy. Please donât 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. âDonât say anything. I need my rest.â
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 a*sistant 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 wasnât outside, she went to retrieve Seanâs 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 didnât notice what was going on, handing his gloves from his pocket to
Cameron, whose attention was fully on him. âDeliver this to Josie and tell her that this was personally
chosen by Abigail for her. Take the pair that Abigail gave her and deliver it to Eric with the message that
itâs from Miss Quinn.â
âYes,â Cameron replied, taking the gloves and heading off to execute the instructions.
Feeling slightly relieved, Sean headed back to Abigailâs room. When he discovered that his laptop had
been thrown out, anger rose within him and he reached out to bang the door. âOpen the door!â
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, âYouâd 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. âItâs not suitable to burn bridgesâ¦â
Yet, he erased that as well before reluctantly asking, âDarling, are you asleep?â
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 didnât refuse him. She opened the
door without any expression.
âI had my a*sistant return Ericâs gloves to him,â he said first, but his gaze remained fixed on her.
Abigail was momentarily surprised but nodded a short while later. âI gave the ones I bought to Josie
and bought another pair of you. When you have a word with Josie, donât mention that I bought them,â
he continued.
âYouâye bought quite a few things for Joanâ¦â She started to say but stopped herself from overthinking
and said, âNever mind.â
Sean went straight into her room and closed the door behind him. He took out his phone and. asked
Abigail, âWhat would you like to eat? I can get my a*sistant to buy it.â
âI can eat at the hotel. You donât have to spoil me that much,â 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 didnât expect him to do this.
Without heeding her wishes, Sean placed an order while Abigail texted Eric. âDid you receive the
gloves?â
Eric quickly replied, âYes, 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 a*sisted 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 didnât want to
further affect his work.
With a furrowed brow, she held her phone, deep in thought, and Sean noticed her conflicted.
expression.
âWho are you chatting with? Why do you look conflicted?â Sean asked.
âNone of your business,â Abigail replied as she glanced at him.
Sean was becoming frustrated. He sat down and opened his laptop, saying, âYou left my laptop outside
today. If it had been stolen and the contents of it leaked, you would have been in trouble.â
âThe hallway has surveillance cameras. Who would be foolish enough to steal your computer?â Abigail
replied without looking up from her phone.
âIs it so hard to say something nice?â he asked.
She casually looked at him and commented, âHere we go again.â
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 wasnât around today, and with the end of the approaching, his
company had a party, so he couldnât stay.
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Upon entering the room, she heard Eric coughing incessantly, after which his a*sistant quickly. poured
him some water.
âEric, I came to see you,â Abigail called out from the door.
âPlace the things by the cabinet near the door. Iâm down with a severe cold, and it wouldnât be good to
pa*s the infection to you,â 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.