Chapter 37
I Want a Divorce
âAlright. Thatâs settled, then. Iâll get someone to sort out the contract with you.â
Kevin was pleased. âWelcome! I wonât let you⦠guys down.â
âI do have a small request to make, though.â Having recalled something,
Abigail quickly spoke up before Kevin ended the call.
âGo ahead.â With all the noise around him, Kevin had to max out the volume
to make sure he could hear what Abigailâs request was.
âFor this matterâ¦â Abigail paused. âI donât want Sean to find out about this.â
It wasnât worth it if her situation with Sean affected the studio and the
production.
Kevin was quiet for a short while before he replied, âSure⦠I guess.â
If I donât tell Sean anything, it wonât count as him finding out, right?
After hanging up, he walked over to Sean who had just come in. âOh, Sean.
What brings you here?â
âWhatâs the matter? Are you involved in something shady?â Sean leaned
against the couch and crossed his long legs. His bony fingers tapped against
the gla*s table with loud clacks.
He had entered at an unfortunate moment. Even though he couldnât catch
their conversation, he wasnât so much of a fool that he didnât recognize the
familiar voice.
âI wish I was. Everyone knows that shady deals bring in the most profits.â Kevin
walked over to Sean and winked. âItâs just a few of the companyâs latest
projects.â
Seeing as Kevin didnât intend to carry on with this line of conversation, Seanâs
eyes darkened. Sean didnât press any further, but he didnât notice the flash of
displeasure that flickered within him.
He knew that Kevin was a man of his word and wouldnât get involved with
Chapter 37 Developing Muscle Memory in Two Days
Abigail, but for some reason, the thought that the two of them got along well
enough to share a secret made him uncomfortable.
âCome. I just closed a major deal. Iâll buy you a meal. You can choose the
place today. We can talk at the table.â Kevin gave Sean a pat on the shoulder.
He was clearly in a good mood.
âNo, thanks. Iâve got work to do back at the office.â
Sean flicked Kevinâs hand away. He came over because he had something to
discuss with Kevin, but all of a sudden, he lost all patience and left without
hesitation.
Kevin sighed. How frustrating. I gave my word so I canât say anything. Sean
doesnât even take the initiative to ask. I didnât even get to enjoy a good show.
On the way back to the office, Cameron noticed that Sean wasnât in a good
mood. His boss had a long face the whole time.
âMr. Graham, weâll be pa*sing by L.Moon Studio on the way to the office. Why
donât we drop the desserts offâ¦â
After hesitating for quite some time, Cameron couldnât resist making the
suggestion.
Early this morning, Sean instructed Cameron to head over to a luxury bakery
in the cityâs west district to buy its famous red velvet cake as well as a few
other desserts with the intention of bringing them over to Abigail during
lunchtime.
The sudden change of plans caught Cameron off-guard. He didnât know
what to do.
âToss everything.â Sean leaned against his seat and closed his eyes. The icy
tone of his voice stopped Cameron from asking any questions as he drove
back to the office.
Later that afternoon, once Sean was done with all of his work, he instinctively
checked the time.
It was almost time to get off work. He wondered if he should give Abigail a
call.
However, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, his brows furrowed
tightly.
In all honesty, the two of them had only been getting along peacefully the
last two days. Had it already become muscle memory for him? Sheâs the one
who doesnât want a divorce.
All of a sudden, Seanâs phone buzzed, cutting off his train of thought.
He picked up the phone. Once he saw the screen, his eyes flashed with
annoyance, but he answered the call anyway.
âSorry to disturb you, Mr. Graham. Iâm Sabrina Murphy.â A crisp and
professional voice rang out.
Sean had to take a moment before he recalled who that person was.
Sabrina knew that Sean didnât like wasting time, so she cut straight to the
chase.