I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 95

Chapter 95 I’m Not Wearing, Then

Abigail’s cheeks burned, and her ears got red, but she pretended to be fine. “If you don’t like it, you can

come out n*ked.”

Sean held her wrist and pulled her back to him. Caught by surprise, Abigail fell into his embrace. In her

panic, she put her hand on a private part. She got as red as a cooked shrimp, and she struggled to bre

ak free of his grasp. “Wear something. It’s broad daylight. What are you trying to do?”

“You remember my size well.” Sean looked at Abigail. He was in a bad mood, but his mood got better a

fter finding out Abigail had his clothes lying around in her house. She reserved a

spot for him in her house.

Abigail thought he was talking about something more perverted, and she got so embarra*sed she want

ed to hide in a hole. Angrily, she looked at Sean. “So, are you wearing it or what?”

“Touch it more. It’ll leave a deeper impression. Makes buying clothes for me easier.” Sean smiled devili

shly.

It was Abigail’s first time seeing him acting like that. A moment of stunned silence later, she broke free o

f his grasp and got up, after which she realized she had also taken off the towel that was

covering Sean. “You perv!” She hurled the towel at Sean.

Even though she’d seen his junk a lot of times, the impact of the sight still made her heart race. Sean st

ood up.

Amused, he said, “You call me a pervert when you’re the one who took my only piece of clothing

away? You’re so unreasonable.”

“I wouldn’t have done that if you hadn’t pulled me. Just get dressed,” said Abigail angrily.

Sean said nothing, Julie then knocked on the door.

“If you’re changed, come back out. Delivery’s here.”

“Sure thing,” said Sean right away.

Julie smiled. She could hear that Sean was happy. Sean got dressed, but instead of leaving, he

walked

up to the mirror in the room and checked himself out. The clothes fit him well, and the tie’s

color matched enough.

They came out of the room. Analise looked at the dashing Sean, and she grinned. “You look handsome

, Sean. I say you youngsters should wear something more pastel–colored. It’ll give you a gentler look.”

Sean loved black suits. The suits with lighter colors were dark blue at most, so he looked cold and unin

viting a lot of times. The blue tie evened out his iciness, and the smoke–

grey suit made his skin look even more like porcelain.

Sean smiled, but he said nothing. After lunch, he left. Abigail rubbed some salve on Analise’s ankle. Sh

e was going

to go back to the production team, but Sean’s grandmother, Cornelie, called her and told her to meet h

er at a clinic. Abigail texted Sean to tell him about it before she went to the clinic.

She saw Cornelie pacing around the entrance the moment she showed up. Cornelie approached her a

nd dragged her into the clinic. “I’ve been asking tons of traditional medicine doctors lately. Finally found

an old doctor here. He’s famous.”

Abigail followed her. She felt a little depressed. Over the last three years, she’d taken all kinds of medic

ines and gone through different kinds of treatments, but Sean didn’t want to have anything to do with h

er. There was no use in having medicine if her husband didn’t want to do it with her.

She had no idea why, but she didn’t seem to be able to get pregnant. Before this, she thought it’d be gr

eat if she could get pregnant, but she changed her mind. She didn’t want to have anything that would bi

nd her to Sean after the divorce, especially not a child.

Cornelie noticed the icy look on Abigail’s face, and she complained, “Look at you, looking so mournful.

Of course, no kid’s going to pick you to be its mom.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Abigail pursed her l*ps and smiled. “I’m just worried the meds might not work. I don’t want to let you do

wn.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. Just let the doctor give you an acupuncture session. Maybe

one of your meridians is blocked.” Cornelie took her to an office and knocked on the door.

A young voice said, “Come in.”

Abigail followed Cornelie in. She saw the doctor. He was in a coat, and he was young. She wondered if

Cornelie got scammed.

The man looked gentle, and he was wearing a pair of gold–rimmed gla*ses. He did have the look of

a pro.

Cornelie sat Abigail down before the doctor, and she complained, “Dr. Palmer, this is my grandson’s wif

e. She’s taken tons of meds and treatments, but she still can’t get pregnant.”

A weird feeling welled in Abigail’s heart. Palmer? Joan’s appearance had hurt her love life too much. Ev

ery time she heard Palmer, she would feel uneasy.

Dr. Palmer looked at Abigail and nodded at her. “Hi. I’ll check your pulse.”

Abigail didn’t trust this man, but since Cornelie was around, she had to play along, and she nodded.