Chapter 319
I Want a Divorce
Chapter 319 His Idol
Abigail wasnât insistent on reaching a resolution today. She understood the importance of flexibility and
not burning bridges unnecessarily.
As she brought the teacup to her l*ps, she appreciated the delicate fragrance. In Eastbay, it was
customary to use smaller cups for tea, but they were always well-crafted. âThis is the Silver Needle. Itâs
a delightful tea, perfect for a summer day,â she commented after taking a sip.
Tony was pleasantly surprised by her ability to identify the tea based on its taste.
Silver Needle might not be widely recognized, but it had earned local fame in Eastbay, remaining a
hidden gem to those beyond the region.
With a smile. Tony asked, âAre you a tea connoisseur, Ms. Quinn?â
In truth, she wasnât, but her knowledge of tea came from Joshâs tea house. He was quite the
enthusiast, and their conversations often revolved around tea culture.
âI have a friend who is quite pa*sionate about tea and has shared some knowledge with me,â she
replied politely.
He nodded, a*suring her, âRegarding Lacey, Ms. Quinn, I promise to provide you with an explanation.â
âMr. Booker and I were once cla*smates who got along fairly well, Mr. Fernandez, but that was all in the
past. If something were to happen between us, it wouldâve happened a long time ago, wouldnât it?â
Abigail asked, her tone serene as she set her cup down.
âYouâre absolutely right, Ms. Quinn. Laceyâs not thinking straight,â Tony agreed right away.
Ronaldo was taken aback by the abrupt change in Tonyâs demeanor. He couldnât help but wonder if it
was related to the phone call his uncle had received earlier. As they left the house, he couldnât resist
voicing his frustration, saying, âYou lied to me!â
She gave him a teasing glance and remarked, âEven after discovering my little fib, you still defended
me. Youâre quite the handsome and honorable gentleman, Mr. Fernandez.â
Her compliment instantly melted his mock anger. âMs. Quinn, why not just tell me the truth next time?
Why bother lying? Were you afraid I wouldnât take
your side?â
âYouâre Laceyâs cousin,â Abigail said.
âStill, Iâm a man of principles!â Ronaldo declared proudly, hand on his chest.
She chuckled. âThatâs true. How about you choose a place for supper? Iâll treat you and your friends.â
âNo, no⦠Why should you treat us? Thatâs not necessary!â He livened up at the mention of
supper.
She had initially believed this trip would be a one-woman battle, but to her surprise, she found
unexpected support both from an unidentified ally and from Ronaldo.
During supper, Ronaldo and his friends engaged in lively, humorous conversation, which helped.
Abigail relax and improve her mood. It was her first time being surrounded by such enthusiastic young
individuals, and it felt rather enjoyable.
As they arrived back at the hotel that Ronaldo had arranged for her, her cheeks were slightly. flushed
from the alcohol. She said, âThank you for your hospitality, and I a*sure you, I wonât disappoint you in
our collaboration.ââ
He waved his hand, saying, âWhy talk about these things? Youâre our guest. Rest well tonight, and
tomorrow, weâll teach that errant cousin of mine a lesson!â
âGet a good nightâs sleep, Ms. Quinn. Weâll take you to other places in the city tomorrow. Youâll have a
great time!â Ronaldoâs friends chimed in with enthusiasm.
Abigail nodded. âAlright.â
She closed the door, and Ronaldo and his friends left.
As they rode the elevator, one of Ronaldoâs friends couldnât resist asking, âSheâs so beautiful, Ronaldo.
Do you think you can win her over? It seems like a long shot.â
Ronaldo was startled. Then, he stomped on his friendâs foot and exclaimed, âWhat are you thinking?!
Sheâs a genius designer who graduated from Pendorf Design Academy. How can I even think about
dating her? Besides that, her ex-Do you know who her ex is?â
âWho is it?â Ronaldoâs friends crowded around, curious.
âItâs Sean Graham from Pendorf! With an ex like that, do you think I even stand a chance?â Ronaldo
rolled his eyes and pushed his friends away.
His friends fell silent.
A while later, one of them muttered, âI thought you were trying to pursue her.â
Ronaldo shot him a glance and scolded, âShallow! Being nice to someone doesnât mean Iâm trying to
date them. I respect her. Sheâs an artist. Do you understand what art is? I doubt you understand.
it at all!â
His friends were mostly involved in various business ventures, and their focus was solely on making
money. Art appreciation wasnât in their wheelhouse.
âAn artist is⦠well⦠itâs hard to put into words. Youâll understand how amazing she is when you see
the clothes she designs,â Ronaldo confessed. He might not have been a connoisseur, but he
genuinely admired Abigailâs work.
âIâll check it out when I get home to see how remarkable her designs are.â
The crowd jostled among themselves as they got out of the elevator.
After taking a shower, Abigail climbed into the bed. She hesitated for a while but ultimately decided not
to send a message to Sean. She couldnât be certain if he had made the call to Tony. If it werenât Sean,
she would seem presumptuous if she called him to inquire about it.
She could not help but think, Oh well⦠Letâs just pretend I donât know anything. Then, she tossed her
phone aside and tried to sleep, but her mind remained restless. In the end, she picked up her phone
again.
Just then, Sean texted her.
âDid you go to Eastbay?â
âHow did you find out so quickly? Did you get someone to spy on me?â
By now, Abigail was certain Sean had been the one who called Tony.