I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 25

However, Abigail was naturally wary of Kevin.

Perhaps because she thought he was Sean’s friend, she always felt that

these two were birds of a feather.

She turned her head and looked at Kevin meaningfully. “I’m getting a divorce

from Sean. You know that, right?” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Kevin visibly paused for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. I just

found out a few days ago, but rest a*sured, I always keep my personal and

professional life separate. Inviting Alana wasn’t just my idea; it was the whole

design team’s decision. We heard about her recent loss, and I didn’t want the

team to intrude on her inconsiderately. I thought I would explore the situation

since we are acquaintances.”

Only then did she ask, “May I ask if the show provides a*sistants, or is it up to

the individual?”

He wore a meaningful smile. “Of course, you can bring your own a*sistants.

After all, the audience only wants to see work efficiency and results.”

Having a*sistants provided by the show could indeed create conflicts and

topics, but it might be biased, which was why Kevin’s show never indulged in

such things.

Abigail thought the same way, and her doubts vanished. She extended her

hand gracefully. “I need to discuss this with Luna first. I hope we can work

together.”

Kevin’s eyes lit up, and he shook Abigail’s hand. “I’ll be waiting for good news,

then.”

The next moment, he felt a chill around his neck as he quickly let go of her

hand and stood up. He handed her a business card and said, “You should go

ahead and enjoy yourself. I need to attend to the other guests.”

After bidding farewell to Abigail, Kevin rushed upstairs, and sure enough, in

the hotel’s open room area on the second floor, he saw a man smoking

leisurely while leaning against the handrail.

From Sean’s angle, he had a clear view of Kevin and Abigail chatting and

laughing amiably.

Kevin touched his neck while recalling the chilling gaze just now, then

smirked. “Are you jealous, Sean?”

The man casually extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and sneered.

Jealous? What a joke.

Kevin hurriedly explained, “We only have a professional relationship, and I

won’t touch anyone related to you. Let me tell you something. You might not

know this, but my sister-in-law is-”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sean’s cold voice. “You’ve

said it already. We’re divorced, so don’t address her as your sister-in-law

anymore. Whether you like her or not has nothing to do with me.”

Sean’s mind was still stuck on the image of Abigail and Kevin being all smiles

and close just moments ago. Both of them looked handsome and beautiful

together. Anyone who saw it would say they looked like a great pair.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he felt. He flicked the lighter

with his slender fingers, picked up his coat without looking back, and walked

away. Huh! They’ve only known each other for a short while, yet they dare to

discuss private matters already.

Kevin was taken aback by Sean’s icy attitude, but he didn’t chase after the

man. Instead, he slumped into a chair and teasingly continued the second

half of his sentence, “Alana.”

Your wife is none other than the famous Alana.

Meanwhile, Abigail felt the hall was too stuffy and went to the back garden to

catch her breath.

As soon as she walked out of the revolving door, someone grabbed her arm

tightly.

The familiar presence surrounded her, and she knew who it was without even

looking back.

However, she had no patience at all when she saw Sean right now, so she

pushed him away in frustration. “Stop being touchy-feely in public!”

She was afraid that Joan would see them and start another fit of madness

as she didn’t want to be hounded again to compensate for 120 thousand!

Sean’s expression froze.

Earlier on, she had been all lovey-dovey on the red carpet with Kevin. Why did

it become touchy-feely when he was the lawful husband?

“We aren’t divorced yet,” he said coldly. “You’d better be more cautious.

People from the Graham Estate are watching.”

Abigail sneered and retorted, “When you and Joan were on the red carpet

Chapter 25 Your Wife is Alana

just now, did you ever think about the people from the Graham Estate

watching? There were so many reporters earlier. Did you lose your memory?”

What a hypocritical man with double standards!

Sean lowered his gaze and let out a soft hum as he felt somewhat pleased.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you jealous?”

The way he asked the question seemed to strike a nerve with Abigail as it left

her looking utterly unreasonable and speechless. She replied, “You’ve got it all

wrong. Jealousy comes from liking someone, and I don’t have any reason to

be jealous of you.”

Sean’s face, which had just softened, turned cold again. He reached out and

pinched her chin, gritting his teeth as he uttered, “Do I need to remind you

why you entered the Graham Family?”

She winced from the pain of his grip on her chin. Then, she forcefully slapped

his hand away. “Mr. Graham, does that mean Joan can’t bear children?”

Why was he bringing this up now?

Wasn’t the whole purpose of her entering the Graham Family to give him

children?

Did he plan to tie her down for a lifetime even if he didn’t want kids?

For a moment, she felt stu pid. Why did she even fall for a man like him?

He fooled around with multiple women while trying to gaslight her from a

moral high ground!

“Why are you mentioning her for no reason?” Sean furrowed his brows as he

did not understand what this had to do with Joan.

Abigail was equally puzzled. “Oh? Could it be that she isn’t infertile, but you

are?”