Ch. 161..170

I Want a Divorce Chapter 161-My Heart Aches for Her Abigail showed her hand to the pharmacist, who noticed the frostbite on her fingers. She said, “Have you been out in the cold all day? There’s heating indoors; it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.” “Yeah, I work outside,” Abigail replied.

Sean, with a stern expression, asked, “Aside from what she mentioned, isn’t there any other way? If the work has to be done outside, is there a solution?” Abigail shot him a glare. “It’s none of your business!”

The pharmacist quickly intervened, “He’s just concerned about you. Sir, if she has to work. outside, keeping warm is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, treatment won’t be effective.” “Just fell me if I can use acupuncture, Abigail expressed some concern. Many crew members on the set had the same problem.

“Yeah, it’s an option. But it’s not really necessary. If you’re indoors for three or four days, the frostbite on your cheeks and cars should clear up” The pharmacist stuttered a bit, finding them both intimidating and strangely pleasing to the eye.

Abigail nodded in understandingAfter leaving the pharmacy, Sean followed Abigail.

Abigail was getting a bit annoyed. She was about to say something when Sean spoke up. “You don’t want us arguing on set, do you?” “Are you threatening me?” Abigail turned around, giving him a hostile look.

Seeing that she was about to get worked up again, Sean interjected. “I promise you, there’s nothing romantic between Joan and me.” “It’s none of my concern,” Abigail said coldly.

“You’re my wife. How can it not be your concern?” Sean retorted.

Abigail gave a bitter laugh and didn’t respond.

Back at the hotel, Sean trailed behind Abigail. She was about to enter her room when he reached out and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time, and something goes wrong?” “It’s none of your concern…” “Abigail, don’t push me. I’ve tried to talk to you, but you won’t listen. You’re just provoking me now,” Sean said, restraining his frustration.

Seeing the anger in his eyes, Abigail reluctantly let go of the door.

Eric emerged from his room and saw Sean entering Abigail’s room. He looked a bit puzzled but decided to check it out.

Abigail had just set the medicine down when there was a knock on her door.

Sean turned and opened it.

Eric stood at the door. Seeing Sean, he quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr.

Graham, are you paying a visit to your cousin?” The way he called Abigail “cousin” grated on Sean’s nerves. He had a stern expression as he replied. “Can’t I come to visit?” Eric was taken aback by his attitude. He then reached up to touch his nose and said, “Of course.” Abigail sensed that the atmosphere was off and immediately approached the door. She smiled and asked Eric, “Can’t sleep at this hour?” “I’m a bit hungry and thought I’d see if there’s anything to eat,” Eric replied.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted between Abigail and Sean for a moment before he took a step “Well, you two carry on. Just give a shout if you need anything. Miss Quinn.” back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.” Sean promptly closed the door.

Eric stood outside her room for a while before turning back to his own room.

His brows were tightly knit, and his expression was grave.

Sean showed so much concern for his cousin and came all this way to do so too.

Thinking back to how Abigail had run away from home, Eric couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Sean.

Abigail sat on the living room couch, and Sean approached her, taking her hand firmly.

“If I had hit you before, I would have gotten a dozen slaps in return. What happened to your temper?” Abigail asked sarcastically.

Sean shot her a glance. “Even if you provoke me, I won’t lay a hand on you. Do you think I’m like those abusive partners?” Abigail huffed.

Sean didn’t argue further. He gently squeezed the frostbite on her hand. “Should I just pop the red spot where you have frostbite on your finger?” “Yeah, the blood inside has coagulated. It’s not circulating anymore,” Abigail explained.

Sean applied a bit of pressure, noticing how the skin around the frostbite turned pale, while the inside, where the skin cells had died, had a red dot.

He took out a needle, sterilized it, and swabbed some alcohol on Abigail’s hand before taking a deep breath.

“The ointment didn’t work?” He was still hesitant.

Abigail’s hand, so fair and delicate, made it hard for him to just jab it with a needle.

“It’s itching like crazy. Come on, hurry up,” Abigail urged.

Sean could only look at her seriously as he slowly and carefully pressed the needle against her skin.

As the needle punctured the skin, he anxiously asked, “Does it hurt?” “If you can’t do it, just leave. You’re dragging this out.” Abigail was getting anxious from hist hesitance.

Sean had to carry on.

Once it was nearly done, Abigail said, “Stop.” Sean immediately withdrew the needle.

Blood, red and fresh, started to well up. Sean’s brows furrowed.

Abigail squeezed a few times, indicating to Sean that he should continue.

“Can’t the ointment do the job? Do you really need to poke dozens of holes in your frostbitten hands?” Sean asked.

“Why don’t you try having frostbite sometime? Feel what it’s like when your hands warm up at night. Without experiencing my pain, don’t say so much.” Abigail felt like giving Sean a punch.

From then on, Sean could only endure the ache in his heart for Abigail as he tended to her injuries one by one.

Once he was finished, Abigail applied the ointment. She then took off her socks; her feet had some injuries too.

They were a bit more serious, with some areas already swollen and red.

Sean reached out to take her foot.

Abigail was startled and instinctively pulled her foot back.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 162-Secretly Jealous Sean held onto her foot tightly, looking at Abigail. “You can’t let your feet get worse. They’re more sensitive than your hands. I’ll massage them for you.” Abigail felt a tickling sensation and frowned. “Let go…” Sean sat on the couch, holding her foot in his hands. He pressed on the swollen parts of her toes, his voice cold. “A little massage should help. Didn’t you buy insulated shoes?” “Even with insulated shoes, it’s not much help.” Abigail replied.

Even with snow boots, running around in the snow all day often left her feet wet, and sitting for a while made them ice-cold.

Sean didn’t say anything. He massaged Abigail’s foot slowly, his expression stern.

After he was done, the itching sensation gradually subsided for Abigail.

“How does it feel?” Sean asked after massaging for half an hour, his hand a bit sore.

“I-It’s okay,” Abigail felt a bit embarrassed.

Sean’s lips curled slightly. He flexed his hand a bit and said to Abigail, “You should go take a bath. I’ll head back, and later, I’ll come over to massage your ears.” Abigail declined. “It’s okay, I’m fine.” “I heard that if your ears get frostbitten and the red flesh is exposed, it oozes clear liquid every day. Even a light touch would be excruciating, Sean said. He had seen a classmate experience this when he went to study in another city for university.

Abigail trembled at the thought and stared at Sean intently. “Don’t lie to me.” “Just look it up if you don’t believe me. Why would I lie to you?” Sean said before getting up to leave.

“Send me a message when you get back,” Abigail reminded him.

Sean smiled and opened the door before leaving.

Back in his room, he called his assistant over.

“Mr. Graham, is there anything you need?” the assistant asked respectfully.

“Tomorrow, I’ll visit the set. First, go check if we can rent large trucks that can carry cargo containers,” Sean instructed.

www 1/2 The assistant nodded. “How many do you need?” “Ten should be enough,” Sean replied. “Also, check for generators. We’ll need about ten of those too.” The assistant promptly went to handle it.

This time, when Sean went to Abigail’s room, he was much more cautious than before.

The two of them slept on the same bed. Sean massaged Abigail’s ears, his touch gentle, and Abigail slowly drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning. Abigail got up quietly and continued her morning run with Eric.

They walked side by side. Eric asked Abigail in a low voice, “I want to ask you a serious question.” “What is it?” Abigail turned to look at him.

Eric licked his lips and hesitated for a while before asking. “Is your cousin acting strange toward you?” “Huh?” Abigail didn’t quite catch on.

Eric couldn’t help but say. “He’s your cousin. Don’t you think he’s a bit too controlling?” Abigail burst into laughter at his words.

“Why are you laughing?” Eric asked, a bit embarrassed that he might be mistaken.

“He’s not controlling toward me. Our relationship is a bit complicated, and it’s not something that can be explained in a few words,” Abigail replied. Sean used to avoid talking about their marriage. and now it had become her thing.

“Just tell me that you both don’t have a perverted relationship like what I’m thinking.” Eric said with a worried expression.

“Maybe everything between us is different from what you think,” Abigail replied, looking ahead.

Eric glanced at her.

Mornings in the north were beautiful, with a clear blue sky and warm-toned streetlights casting a golden hue on the snow in the park, making everything shimmer.

Abigail’s skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, resembling a sprinkle of gold dust.

“If you don’t tell us, we really wouldn’t know,” Eric said with a light chuckle.

“Everyone has privacy rights,” Abigail said with a smile.

“Yes, I understand,” Eric replied.

Just before breakfast, Abigail and Eric returned to the hotel, chatting and laughing.

In the hotel lobby, Sean, who had been watching them run circles around the park with such joy, had a cold look in his eyes.

As soon as Abigail saw him, the smile on her face disappeared, and she whispered to Eric, “I’ll go up first with him.” “Okay, don’t forget to have breakfast,” Eric kindly reminded.

Sean snorted.

The two of them entered a different elevator. Sean immediately asked sourly, “Do you like Eric?” “Oh, so now you think I like Eric?” Abigail asked, a cold smile on her face.

Sean was rendered speechless for a moment, after which he said with dissatisfaction, “So that means Eric has feelings for you. Why else would he be so concerned about you?” “You’re blaming me for someone else’s feelings? Why don’t you confront him then? Are you scared?” Abigail asked Sean with a sarcastic smile.

“Do you really want me to confront him?” Sean suddenly asked, his tone growing serious.

“Sean, if you cause trouble for me at work again, we’ll be strangers from now on,” Abigail warned.

“So, if I cause trouble for him, you’ll protect him? I guess I’ll just keep my mouth shut then.” Sean spoke sarcastically as he crossed his arms.

“Then keep it shut. You made me shut up plenty of times too. It’s just karma,” Abigail replied nonchalantly.

Sean suddenly grabbed Abigail’s wrist, pulled her into his embrace, held her chin, and gently kissed her lips. “I can’t hold back,” he murmured.

Abigail immediately stepped on his foot. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?

There are security cameras!” “What’s the big deal about these security cameras? We aren’t on set. Besides, do you really think they’re monitoring the cameras all the time?” Sean stubbornly said, his arms wrapped around her waist.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 163-Love That He Detested Abigail struggled to push Sean away.

“This isn’t just about the crew. We need to consider if there are any hidden cameras in the hotel,” Abigail retorted, her eyes fixed on Sean.

Sean let out a cold chuckle. “Are you afraid of our relationship being exposed?” “Just like how you initially looked down on me and were afraid of our marriage getting exposed,” Abigail countered, refusing to appear weak.

Sean released her and gazed at her with deep intensity. “Abigail, I have to ask, is loving someone something you can start and stop so easily in your heart?”

He remembered clearly that Abigail had married him because she loved him deeply.

“If I were to say that I regretted liking you and regretted marrying you, what then? Since the Moment your grandmother drugged me, I regretted it deeply.

You were capable of leaving me for Joan, and for your grandmother, you could abandon me as well. I was the one constantly being cast aside by you,” Abigail said self-mockingly.

Sean fell into a long silence before he finally spoke, looking directly at Abigail.

“Abigail, put yourself in my shoes. Would you abandon someone who raised you?” “So, why is it wrong for me to let you go?” Abigail shot back.

It was just a matter of reciprocating what he did.

Besides, he was unwilling to talk about Joan at this point. Even now, he kept it from her.

“In the future, if Grandpa wants to see you, I’ll bring him to you,” Sean said calmly.

“I only hope that there will be no connection between us,” Abigail asserted firmly.

Sean pursed his lips, suddenly feeling somewhat powerless.

Back in the room, they had breakfast. Suddenly, Sean asked, “When did you start liking me? Can you tell me?” “Just eat,” Abigail said, avoiding the topic.

“Even if I were to face a death sentence, I should at least be allowed to die understanding what I did wrong, right?” Sean smiled faintly, as if he had come to terms with Abigail giving up on him.

Abigail recalled a distant memory.

When she was engulfed by the sea, even though he was physically frail and usually aloof, he did everything to get her out of danger.

Abigail’s eyes turned slightly red, and tears fell onto the table without warning.

Sean was momentarily stunned, quickly grabbing a tissue to wipe away her tears.

Due to his saving her life when she was younger, she vowed to devote herself to him and tried her best to get closer to him.

Yet, she didn’t know why loving someone had to be so painful. Her love during those three years was much like a burden to him, and she had been met with his aversion and neglect.

This love that she had believed to be sincere turned out to be merely something he detested… After realizing this, she didn’t even dare to face the love she once had for him.

Her purest feelings for him in her youth had been shattered by his aversion.

Abigail couldn’t mend it, nor did she have the courage to. She was afraid of this feeling that was now tainted with his aversion.

“Sean, you shattered the love I had for you with your own hands. There’s no going back. Besides, the emotional toll your grandmother imposed on me is just too much. I can’t bear her anymore. and she’s disgusted by me. Let’s just leave it at that. Don’t ask me anything anymore,” Abigail cried.

Sitting beside her, Sean pulled her into his arms and patted her back. “I won’t ask anymore, and you don’t have to endure her. You don’t have to go back in the future.” As the morning grew busy with the crew starting work. Abigail noticed ten large trucks parked not far from the filming site.

She was a bit surprised and approached the crew to ask, “Why are these here all of a sudden?” “Oh, you can thank your cousin for this. He said everyone’s been working too hard and specifically rented ten trucks. They’re going to be pieced together, one side for the men, one side for the women, and inside, there will be generators and electric heaters to provide a warm place for everyone to avoid the cold,” a crew member answered with a smile.

Abigail nodded, feeling a bit strange inside.

When she walked toward the trailers, she hesitated for a moment.

Sean watched as the trailers were lowered onto the snowy ground and slowly pieced together.

Abigail walked up beside him, catching his attention.

He turned to look at her, carefully examining her eyes for a while before asking, “Your eyes are still a bit red. Have you used the eye drops I got you?” Abigail gave a soft “yes,” feeling a mixture of emotions inside.

With so many people around, Sean couldn’t force Abigail to get close to him.

Seeing her crying earlier in the morning filled him with guilt.

It was because of this guilt that he found it even harder to make her feel uncomfortable in front of everyone.

Lewis approached, taking a quick glance at Abigail before turning to Sean with a smile. “Mr. Graham, you’re certainly kind toward Miss Quinn. With a warm place now, the actors will be much more comfortable.” Sean nodded. “Earlier, she caused a delay in your work. As her cousin, I’ll make up for it on her behalf by providing a warm environment. It’s nothing much.” Lewis was a bit taken aback, and he reddened. “Thank you, Mr. Graham.” He had scolded Abigail very harshly, so Sean’s words left him feeling awkward.

He felt like disappearing into the ground.

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed too. With just a few words from Sean, both she and Lewis felt uneasy.

Soon, they were back on set. When Eric and Josie were filming their scene, Eric happened to notice the gloves Josie was wearing.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 164-4 Eric Is Uneasy “Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not?

You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.

Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?” He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.

Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.

Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.

“Pass me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his assistant, who was heating water for him.

He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.

One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.

Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.” Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.” She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.

Eric seemed different today, but she had no idea why.

Seeing Abigail looking at Eric, Lewis asked her quietly, “Do you know what’s up with that kid?” “I have no idea. He was fine during the morning run,” Abigail replied.

The two spoke in hushed tones until Eric’s assistant walked past them.

Abigail and Lewis quickly fell silent.

After Abigail finished picking the costumes for the actors, she went into the adjacent trailer for female actors.

When she came out, she saw Sean walking over with an umbrella.

He had a paper bag in his hand, and when he saw Abigail, he quickened his pace.

Abigail, standing under the fine snow, waited for him to approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something to say, do it quickly. I only have ten minutes.” “These snow boots were specially sent here for you, along with a few bags of heating pads and thick socks. Put them on after you’re done with work, Sean said, handing the bags to Abigail.

Abigail lowered her head to take a look and slowly reached out to accept them.

“Thank you.” “The gloves I ordered for you won’t arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get cold, recharge them. The generators have enough power,” Sean continued.

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

As she was about to leave, Sean forcefully handed her the umbrella. “You don’t even know how to use an umbrella.” “You don’t want it?” Abigail asked.

Sean took two steps back, his tone indifferent. “The car is right over there. It’s just a few steps away.” Not giving Abigail a chance to speak, he turned and walked away quickly.

Abigail couldn’t help but mutter to herself that her route was even shorter.

The biting, cold wind swept toward her in waves.

Abigail hurriedly ducked into the trailer.

After the hustle and bustle, once the actors had left. Abigail retreated to her designated corner for some rest.

She opened the paper bag and pulled out the fully lined furry snow boots. As she touched them, she could feel the warmth emanating from within. She swapped out her thick socks, applied a heating pad to her instep, and slipped into the new snow boots.

With these on, she wouldn’t have to worry about her shoes getting wet in the snow.

Just as the chilly winds and snowfall set the scene, Abigail ventured out, umbrella in hand. However, something seemed off about the atmosphere on the set.

She quietly folded up the umbrella and sat under the temporary shelter.

“I never expected Eric to have such a temper. He’s been so easygoing all along,” a supporting actor whispered nearby.

Abigail also joined in the gossip. “Why did he lose his temper?” “It seems his assistant replied to a message for him, but this is quite common in big-name actors” studios. Many times, their phones are managed by their assistants or managers,” the supporting actor replied.

Abigail acknowledged with an “oh.” It was probably his assistant replying to a message for him that had caused him trouble.

Working until late at night, the actors and crew members were shivering from the cold.

As Abigail prepared to leave with the other people, Eric suddenly called out to her. “Do you still need gloves?” There weren’t many people around, but Abigail was still a bit surprised that he would ask her such a question in this kind of place.

“Uh, no need. My cousin said they’ll arrive tomorrow,” Abigail politely declined.

Eric nodded. “Alright, start jogging on your own tomorrow. I’m not feeling well these days, so I’ll take a week off.” “No problem,” Abigail replied.

Watching Abigail turn and leave with a smile, Eric stood in the icy wind, feeling his body slowly grow cold.

In groups of two or three, everyone returned to the hotel. Josie was waiting for Abigail at the door. When she saw Abigail approaching, she immediately took her hand. “I received the heating pads you had your assistant send me. Thank you so much.” “No need to thank me. Are your hands feeling better?” Abigail smiled, walking with her toward the elevator.

The two walked hand in hand closely together, making Eric behind them feel incredibly uncomfortable.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 165-Sean Gets It Again Josie affectionately leaned on Abigail’s shoulder. “The swelling has gone down.

After we finish filming, I want to get a custom-made dress from your studio!” “Sure!” Abigail replied with a wide smile.

Eric’s face looked rather grim.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail and saw Eric’s expression, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. This guy used to keep his eyes on Abigail all day long, even sneaking glances at her during their runs. What was up with him today?

Sean, ever watchful of Eric, remained cautious.

Abigail hadn’t been in her room for long before Sean arrived. He had ordered food from outside, and it would be delivered soon.

The hotel provided meals for the crew, but Sean found it particularly unappetizing.

Sitting beside Abigail, he naturally took her hand. “I’m boiling hot water,” Abigail said, trying to pull her hand back.

The frostbite she had pricked were no longer swollen and didn’t itch too much.

The hot water was mainly for soaking her feet, which she hadn’t had time for earlier. Now, they felt very uncomfortable even when she sat down.

“I’ll check. You stay put.” Sean got up without hesitation and headed to the bathroom.

Abigail bit her lip. In the past, she would have been thrilled, but now, she just found it ironic.

Sean returned with the hot water. He tested it with his hand, jolting back from the scalding heat. He frowned, saying, “This is too hot. Do you plan on making foot soup?

“It’ll be fine once I get used to it. Besides, this is my foot basin. Are you testing it with your hand?” Abigail said deliberately to disgust him.

Sean suddenly smirked. “I’ve massaged your feet before, and I didn’t mind. Now you’re repulsed by yourself?” “I’m not repulsed by myself. My feet are perfectly nice feet,” Abigail said, preparing to soak her feel.

Sean picked up a napkin from the side and wiped his hands. “Indeed, they are.” “You’re a pervert,” Abigail scolded, her face reddening.

Inattentive, she dipped her legs in too quickly, causing her body to jolt from the scalding heat. As a result, she accidentally kicked the basin over.

The water splashed toward Sean’s legs.

“Abigail!” he roared, unable to bear the pain.

Abigail rolled to the corner of the couch, clutching a cushion. “Who told you to chat with me when I needed to concentrate…” Sean quickly kicked off his shoes. After getting scalded, his face reddened. He grabbed his soaking pants and rolled up the hems.

Only when the pain subsided did he glare at Abigail. “Was this intentional?” Abigail hugged the cushion, her face full of innocence. “It really wasn’t.” Taking a deep breath, Sean took out his phone and messaged his assistant.

In no time, the assistant arrived.

“Get her another basin of hot water. It must be hotter this time. Then, have the hotel staff come and clean up the floor. You wait outside. There will be a food delivery later,” Sean said. suppressing his anger before leaving.

Abigail tucked her feet on the couch, smiling innocently at Sean’s assistant.

The assistant picked up the overturned basin from the floor and entered the bathroom.

Abigail soaked her feet, and the diligent assistant helped the hotel staff clean the room.

Sean came over, but the takeout had yet to arrive.

He was a bit impatient, and when he called the restaurant, he found out that the delivery was delayed due to the difficult road conditions in the snow.

“I’ll have to wait for half an hour for the delivery. The food will be cold by then,” Sean said angrily.

“I’ll go pick it up. Just send me the address,” the assistant said while stepping forward.

Abigail couldn’t help but say, “The roads are slippery. Be careful. If it’s too dangerous, don’t go.” “It’s alright, Mrs. Graham. I’ll be careful driving,” the assistant replied.

“Go ahead and be safe, Sean said.

As the assistant left, Abigail said with dissatisfaction, “I know you’re anxious, but in weather like this, don’t rush them. What if they get into an accident because they’re in a hurry?” “You care about others but don’t seem to care if I get scalded.” Sean sat beside her, his face cold.

Abigail shrank back, feeling terrified.

Seeing her instinctive reaction, Sean intended to hold her hand, but he changed his mind and gently touched her hair instead. “I was worried that your food would “I can eat anything. I’m not picky,” Abigail answered emotionlessly.

“Give me your hand,” Sean instructed.

Abigail reached out with her hand.

get cold.” After dinner, Sean massaged Abigail’s feet until they were no longer itchy, then returned to his room.

Snuggled in the warm blankets, Abigail felt a sense of fullness in her heart.

Yet, she was also conflicted.

What exactly was her relationship with Sean now?

She decided that she couldn’t easily forgive Sean.

What had happened at his house was still vivid in her memory. She couldn’t let her guard down just because Sean showed some good qualities.

Lost in her thoughts, she dozed off.

On the contrary, Eric couldn’t fall asleep.

As soon as Sean lay down, he received a message from his assistant.

*Eric is outside, completely soaked.” It was snowing heavily at night, and Eric was actually out in the snow? Sean replied to the message.

“If he catches a cold, call a doctor immediately and let Lewis know.” Everyone wanted to finish this shoot as soon as possible, but he suddenly went out into the snow! If he got sick, he would delay the progress of the crew, and Abigail would have to freeze along with him!

I Want a Divorce Chapter 166-Someone’s Jealous The next morning, Lewis informed everyone that they would have a day off. The minute Josie heard this, she rushed to Abigail’s room for gossip.

“I heard Eric was outside in the snow last night, completely soaked and freezing.

Lewis even had to bring him back to the hotel. He was furious,” Josie said with wide eyes. She was at that age where discussing such things made her eyes sparkle.

Η “Maybe that’s what actors do,” Abigail replied, somewhat puzzled, as she didn’t quite understand what was going on.

Josie frowned. “Could it be because he was playing someone who is dying, so he’s tormenting himself to be in that emotional state?” Abigail shook her head as she sipped on her drink. She felt content to have a day off from work, lounging on the couch lazily by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watching the snow fall outside.

“Compared to a senior like Eric, I’m really far behind. I need to work harder,” Josie said as she stood up immediately.

Abigail merely hummed. She didn’t have to work today, so she enjoyed her day off with a blank mind.

Holding his notebook, Sean entered her room and saw her seated by the window, gazing at the snow. He asked, “Do you like it?” “I like sitting here and watching the snow,” Abigail replied.

It was only comfortable to watch the snowfall from inside, where there was insulation. Outside, she felt like her face was going to shatter; there was nothing but pure discomfort.

Sean took the gloves and charging cable from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table. “I brought your gloves for you.” “I will lend this pair to Josie. The one she’s using was a gift from Eric. I should get it back from her and return it to him once we are done filming.” Abigail said suddenly to Sean.

Abigail felt a bit guilty toward Eric because of these gloves. Josie had ordered a dress from L.Moon as gratitude for Abigail lending her the gloves, which would cause misunderstandings.

Sean immediately took the gloves from the coffee table with a cold expression.

“Why should my things be used by other women?” After saying this, he suddenly remembered how Eric looked, and, combined with what Abigail said, he instantly understood.

“What other women? She’s so young. She’s just an actress in her twenties.

She’s like a younger sister,” she replied nonchalantly.

He kept the gloves back in his own pocket. “Only you can use my things.” “In that case, I’ll use a hot water bottle.” Abigail huffed as she watched the snow outside the window.

“Abigail, do you have to go against me to feel better?” Sean queried, increasingly frustrated and his voice rising.

Frowning in response to his outburst. Abigail looked at him and replied, “Forget it if you don’t agree. Why are you mad? It’s just a pair of gloves. I’ll have Eric tell me the store’s address, and I’ll purchase them for myself.” “Are you determined to take Eric’s gloves back?” he asked through gritted teeth as he suppressed his anger.

“They are his. I already said that I was only lending it to Josie and would buy her a new pair. Since you came and brought them, I’m going to lend them to her.

What’s the problem?” Abigail replied, “Why don’t you ask Eric to inform Josie where to buy the gloves and get her to purchase a new pair to return to him? Why do you have to meddle in this?” Sean questioned.

Abigail hesitated, thinking about how Eric had secretly purchased the gloves for her. She felt it was not good for others to know about it, so she didn’t mention it.

She found it strange that she had easily confided in Sean. Could it be that she had never really excluded him from her thoughts?

“So, these gloves are your secret with Eric.” Sean suddenly sneered in mockery.

Abigail had shared the gloves with Josie without hesitation, which left Eric feeling disheartened. It turned out that this small secret, which was only known to them both, was not so secret after all.

Abigail was displeased as she slammed her drink on the nearby table. “Why are you being so sarcastic? Do you think I’m you? Why are you getting mad at me?

Who do you think you are?” Sean took the gloves and threw them onto the coffee table. “Do whatever you want with them. I don’t f*cking care anymore.” “These are your things, and I don’t want them. I’ve forgotten that I’ve caused you to be in such a difficult position by being stubborn.” Abigail suddenly calmed down.

It was something Sean had bought. What right did she have to deal with them?

She had mistakenly thought that they were closer than they actually were. For the past few days, he was a tad bit kinder to her, and she lost her sense of boundaries, thinking that she could decide on his behalf.

It was her mistake. They had never been that close in their relationship.

Seeing the indifference in her eyes, he softened his tone. “I was too impatient earlier. I’ll get you another pair. You can return Eric’s pair to him, and this one can be for Josie. Is that okay?” “No need,” came Abigail’s cold reply. She was still looking out of the window and enjoying the snowfall, adding, “Just don’t come here anymore to save me from being annoyed.” “Abigail-” “Don’t say anything, Sean. It was my mistake earlier. I shouldn’t have assumed that I could deal with something that you bought.” Abigail genuinely reflected on her actions and realized that she had been too presumptuous. Their relationship had never been strong enough for her to make any decisions for him.

“You can. You have that right,” Sean replied as he walked over to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes deep.

Despite his efforts to console her, he had once again made her upset.

“I don’t. I was wrong to be angry with you earlier. I’ve sincerely reflected on it.” Abigail looked at him with a faint smile.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 167-Darling, Are You Asleep?

Sean held Abigail in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. “By the fact that you are telling me, it means you care about my opinion and you hope I’ll agree.

It’s my fault for being jealous and making you unhappy. Please don’t 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.

“Don’t say anything. I need my rest.” 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 assistant 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 wasn’t outside, she went to retrieve Sean’s 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 didn’t notice what was going on, handing his gloves from his pocket to Cameron, whose attention was fully on him. “Deliver 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 it’s from Miss Quinn.” “Yes,” Cameron replied, taking the gloves and heading off to execute the instructions.

Feeling slightly relieved, Sean headed back to Abigail’s room. When he discovered that his laptop had been thrown out, anger rose within him and he reached out to bang the door. “Open the door!” 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, ‘You’d 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. “It’s not suitable to burn bridges…” Yet, he erased that as well before reluctantly asking, ‘Darling, are you asleep?’ 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 didn’t refuse him. She opened the door without any expression.

“I had my assistant return Eric’s gloves to him,” he said first, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

Abigail was momentarily surprised but nodded a short while later. “I gave the ones I bought to Josie and bought another pair of you. When you have a word with Josie, don’t mention that I bought them,” he continued.

“You’ye bought quite a few things for Joan…” She started to say but stopped herself from overthinking and said, “Never mind.” Sean went straight into her room and closed the door behind him. He took out his phone and. asked Abigail, “What would you like to eat? I can get my assistant to buy it.” “I can eat at the hotel. You don’t have to spoil me that much,” 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 didn’t expect him to do this.

Without heeding her wishes, Sean placed an order while Abigail texted Eric. ‘Did you receive the gloves?’ Eric quickly replied, ‘Yes, 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 assisted 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 didn’t want to further affect his work.

With a furrowed brow, she held her phone, deep in thought, and Sean noticed her conflicted. expression.

“Who are you chatting with? Why do you look conflicted?” Sean asked.

“None of your business,” Abigail replied as she glanced at him.

Sean was becoming frustrated. He sat down and opened his laptop, saying, “You left my laptop outside today. If it had been stolen and the contents of it leaked, you would have been in trouble.” “The hallway has surveillance cameras. Who would be foolish enough to steal your computer?” Abigail replied without looking up from her phone.

“Is it so hard to say something nice?” he asked.

She casually looked at him and commented, “Here we go again.” 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 wasn’t around today, and with the end of the approaching, his company had a party, so he couldn’t stay.

year Upon entering the room, she heard Eric coughing incessantly, after which his assistant quickly. poured him some water.

“Eric, I came to see you,” Abigail called out from the door.

“Place the things by the cabinet near the door. I’m down with a severe cold, and it wouldn’t be good to pass the infection to you,” 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.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 168-Eric’s Throwaway Account As Abigail turned around, she heard Eric’s hoarse voice say, “Wait a moment.” Abigail turned to look at him. His assistant quickly set down a cup after he waved a hand.

The assistant then hurriedly walked past Abigail, went out, and even closed the door behind him.

“I’ll pour you some water,” Abigail said, walking over to the water dispenser.

Eric watched her, and when she handed him the water, he asked, “What’s in the lunchbox?”

“Chicken soup, made by the hotel for you.” Abigail pulled out a chair and placed it by the bed before going to get the lunchbox.

“I want some,” Eric said, then started coughing.

Abigail nodded and sat down by the bed. She opened the lunchbox.

As Eric sipped the soup, he occasionally let out a muffled cough. He didn’t stop until he felt a bit better. Then, he suddenly asked Abigail, “Did you use the gloves I gave you to please Josie and get an order from her for your studio?” Abigail had already guessed.

“No, why do you ask? In your eyes, am I such a bad friend?” Abigail looked into his eyes, her expression calm.

Eric lowered his head to look at the soup. After a while, he said, “Those were gloves I personally bought for you. As a friend, you should have told me first before giving them to Josie. I admit, it bothered me a bit.

“I’m sorry. At the time, Josie’s hands were swollen like buns. The director wouldn’t let her seek treatment, and I really felt sorry for the poor girl,” Abigail explained and apologized sincerely.

Eric gave a weak smile. “So, are we still friends?” “Of course we are. Finish your soup; it’s good for your health,” Abigail said gently.

“From now on, if I give you anything, you have to tell me first before giving it to someone else. I’m not stingy, just a little particular.” Eric’s voice was low.

“Alright, next time, I’ll tell you first,” Abigail replied, but she felt there might not be a next time.

While the worlds of fashion and entertainment were somewhat connected, the connections weren’t that significant. After parting ways, meeting again could easily take several years, and more often than not, they might never meet again.

People in Eric’s circle were always so busy.

After Abigail finished serving the soup, someone else came to visit Eric.

Josie held a phone, ready to take pictures. She even intended to drag Abigail along, but Abigail declined.

She was afraid that someone might pair her up with another male actor again and create gossip. Thus, she felt it would be better if people from the entertainment industry did things like this together.

As Abigail left Eric’s room holding the lunchbox, she listened to the lively chatter inside, exhaling slowly.

Josie’s photo was approved by everyone and posted online.

Abigail, with some free time on her hands, checked Instagram.

She found that Josie had tagged Alana’s Studio, so she clicked to take a look.

“Only a little over twenty days until the New Year. This year, we’re celebrating together at Ragos. This is my first New Year with my crew members. I’m very happy and looking forward to it. Happy New Year, everyone. Wishing Eric a speedy recovery from his cold!” Abigail read Josie’s caption.

She glanced at the comments.

Then, she found some top comments quite amusing.

“Did anyone notice that Josie’s gloves used to be pink, and now they’re camel?

Let’s guess, did a guy or a girl buy her these gloves this time?” “It looks like everyone really likes Josie. They’re so concerned about her frostbite. Last time, it was Miss Quinn who gave her the gloves. This time, it should be a guy, right?” “Miss Quinn’s gloves are really pretty. I really like Miss Quinn. She’s so good to Josie. No wonder Josie likes sticking around her on set.” Abigail quickly closed Instagram.

Comparatively, Eric was quite attentive. He knew to choose an appropriate color.

Sean, on the other hand, was just a big goof, not caring about colors at all.

Josie wasn’t very popular to begin with. She had around two hundred thousand followers on Instagram, but after she posted the photo with Eric, it quickly started trending.

The trending topic significantly boosted Josie’s popularity. However, what they didit’t know was that a few days ago, Josie had posted a selfie on Instagram, revealing the pink gloves with the logo. When netizens visited her Instagram and tried to find the same gloves, they discovered a throwaway account. On the day Josie announced that she had changed her gloves, this throwaway account posted a picture of pink gloves and even added a song to go with it called “Where the River Ends.” Coincidentally, Eric had once posted the phrase “Wherethe RiverEnds” on Instagram.

He had never explained the meaning behind this phrase, so everyone had always assumed he was recommending the book “Where the River Ends” to his fans.

Netizens also noticed that there were no online stores selling these gloves.

So, this Instagram throwaway account became the subject of everyone’s investigation.

The internet was buzzing, but everything on set remained calm.

Early in the morning, when Abigail went to prepare clothes for Eric, she had just entered the trailer when she heard his assistant say, “The company told you to immediately deactivate your Instagram throwaway account. If fans dig up your information, it won’t be good.” “I don’t even have my own privacy?” Eric’s voice was filled with displeasure.

Abigail wasn’t sure if she should leave or stay.

Seeing other actors coming, she immediately walked in forcefully. “I’ll help you with your clothes.” The assistant seemed a bit anxious. He quickly said. “There’s something urgent.

Can you come in a bit later?” “Sure, I’ll tell the others,” Abigail said with a smile.

She felt that something serious was going on with Eric.

I Want a Divorce Chapter 169-Intricate Connections Abigail and the other actors chatted together while standing at a distance.

After a while, her phone rang.

It was a call from Sean. She answered while walking away slowly.

“What’s the matter?” Her voice was cold.

“Eric’s throwaway account has been exposed and the crew knows nothing about it?” Sean’s voice was filled with anger.

Abigail immediately became alert. “What happened?”

“A few days ago, Josie posted a photo of the gloves he bought on the Internet.

Eric’s throwaway account also posted a similar photo of the gloves. Can you guess what the outcome might be?” he asked Abigail.

Netizens would think they were in a romantic relationship. Josie had claimed that she borrowed the gloves from Abigail, so Abigail would be rumored to be dating Eric.

Abigail had already been rumored to be in a relationship before. If this happened again, Eric’s fans would likely bombard her with negative comments.

“Are you sure it’s Eric’s throwaway account?” Abigail asked immediately.

“Are you questioning my abilities?” Sean retorted.

He could easily find out what netizens could discover.

“Tell Director Lewis about it. I’ll check online,” Abigail said. She wasn’t sure about the current situation online.

Sean remained silent for a moment before asking, “Do you believe Eric has feelings for you?” “He only sees me as a friend,” Abigail replied. He had asked her the same question a few days ago, and there was no way he could suddenly develop feelings for her.

Besides, it seemed too inexplicable for him to develop feelings for her.

Sean let out a cold snort and hung up the phone.

Abigail opened Instagram and found trending topics related to “Where the River Ends” and “Eric’s throwaway account,” She first clicked on Eric’s throwaway account and found that the latest post was about the gloves, paired with the song “Where the River Ends.” That song… it was Abigail’s ringtone, which she had been using for many years.

She felt a cold sweat breaking out on her back as she exited Eric’s throwaway account and then clicked on the trending topic.

This topic was related to Eric’s official account and an Instagram post from three years ago.

Abigail looked at the date of the Instagram post that Eric had made but couldn’t remember anything significant about that day.

She had been standing in the snow, and when she turned around, she saw Eric coming out of a trailer. They exchanged glances from a distance, and she decided to walk over to him.

He was there to meet Director Lewis, but he approached her when he saw her coming.

“That throwaway account…” “It’s not me.” Eric interrupted Abigail.

Abigail frowned. “Sean found out that it was you.” “Are you sure?” Eric asked Abigail as a faint smile appeared on his face. “I became friends with you, and he wasn’t happy about it. I know that.” “The gloves are only available in Ragos, right?” Abigail continued. She looked at him with determination in her eyes.

Even if she hadn’t figured it out, the netizens would have.

“I don’t know if they’re only available in Ragos. Director Lewis is looking for me, so I have to go now, Eric said gently before walking away without looking back.

Could it really be that Sean was lying?

However, Abigail couldn’t help but believe Sean in this matter. She didn’t believe he would resort to baseless accusations to smear someone.

She understood Sean very well in some aspects. Even if he wanted to compete for something, he wouldn’t resort to baseless smears.

After Eric finished talking with Lewis, they got to work within a few minutes.

His performance was better than ever, and Lewis praised him repeatedly.

During a break, Abigail took out her phone to browse the Internet.

The online trends had shifted.

Because of the popularity of these pink gloves, they were now available in many physical stores in cold cities across the country. Some fans of Eric and Josie had even started reselling them.

As for the so-called Eric’s throwaway account, it turned out to be a stranger from a city thousands of miles away. His personal information was exposed, and people had already reported him to the police.

Abigail sent a message to Sean.

“What’s your explanation for the online situation?” She believed Sean, but the things she had seen told a different story.

“When I checked it, the account was registered to his phone number, Sean replied to Abigail.

Are you saying that he managed to leave no trace for anyone to find by changing his phone number and identity information in just two hours?” Abigail felt that unless Eric had a deep connection with Instagram staff, it would be impossible to erase all traces like that and it was undetectable even by Sean.

“Anything is possible with money, Sean replied.

‘I trust you, but what I’ve seen with my own eyes makes it hard for me to believe you. I’ve always believed that you wouldn’t resort to smearing someone.” Her message was followed by a phone call from Sean.

I’m at work, so I can only send messages.” After she rejected the call, Sean replied to her, ‘I’ll explain it to you later.

Abigail didn’t really want to hear his explanation anymore.

What was the point of Sean’s explanation for her?

She didn’t reply to Sean’s message.

After work, Josie told Abigail nervously. “I’m afraid something will happen. I won’t take random photos anymore.” “Is anyone criticizing you?” Abigail was still feeling guilty about the situation she had inadvertently caused, which had nearly dragged Josie into the center of public opinion.

Josie was about to respond when she saw Sean approaching from a distance.

She whispered to Abigail; “Your cousin is here. I’ll leave first.”

I Want a Divorce Chapter 170-I Have No Parents Everyone knew about the close bond between Abigail and her cousin Sean, who regarded her as incredibly important in his life.He had even spent money to set up a trailer on the set for her, complete with electric heaters to keep her warm during breaks, as he was concerned about her well-being.Abigail hadn’t expected Sean to come in person and she was feeling a bit tired of the situation.As members of the crew gradually left, Abigail and Sean entered the trailer. She took her seat and asked him, “Weren’t you busy with the New Year’s Eve gala?” “I’m done with that now, and I wanted to spend New Year’s Eve here with you,” Sean said in a gentle tone.He appeared casual on the surface but was secretly observing Abigail.Abigail remained composed. “It’s better for you to go home. It’s New Year’s Eve.I wouldn’t want your grandmother to call me and upset me.” Sean knew that Abigail’s words were entirely valid.“Regarding Eric’s situation… I don’t think it’s simple. Be careful when dealing with him on the set.” Sean couldn’t help but offer a warning.“After we finish shooting, we won’t have any chance to meet. You don’t need to worry about it,” Abigail replied coldly.Sean leaned against a nearby table and asked Abigail, “About half a month ago, Alana personally made a down jacket for him and had it delivered here, right?” He clearly knew that Abigail was Alana, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask directly.“What does that have to do with me?” Abigail asked with a sly smile.“How could it not have anything to do with you? L.Moon’s assistant said it was your order. He’s a big shot, yet he respected you, a little assistant,” Sean said ambiguously.“Yeah. Josie will also be ordering a dress from our studio because of me. Josie likes me too. When the time comes, I’ll divorce you and get into a relationship with her.” Abigail deliberately provoked Sean.Sean stared at her intently. “What if it really is Eric? Your L.Moon will be finished.” “Too bad it’s not,” Abigail said indifferently. She packed up her bag before asking him, “Is that all? I’m leaving now. In my heart, you’ve completely ruined your image, and your credibility is nonexistent.” Sean looked at her with disbelief. “You believe Eric but not me?” “The facts have made me believe that he is innocent. You said that evidence is required for everything, but where is your evidence? When you told me on the phone, I even asked him based on my speculation, but he is truly innocent,” Abigail explained.“There are so many coincidences in this matter…” you in “Sean, I don’t want to talk to you about these things. I shouldn’t have been entangled with the first place. At most, you can avoid me until after the new year. If you don’t divorce me by then, I will sue you,” Abigail said as her expression turned cold and determined.“Do we have to do this?” Sean gripped the edge of the table tightly.“I will talk to my grandmother about this. Your grandmother, on the other hand, is wishing very badly that I will divorce you. I think the timing is right,” Abigail said, walked past Sean, and exited the trailer.She appreciated Sean’s care during this period, but when she thought about it, wasn’t he just as considerate and gentle toward Joan when he disliked her?Joan’s present was her future.Sean hugged Abigail from behind. “I will investigate this matter thoroughly.Please don’t bring up divorce again. If you don’t accept my grandmother, I won’t let you two meet. Okay?” “No,” Abigail said decisively.“Abby… Honey.” Sean held her tightly and kissed her neck.Abigail’s body trembled slightly. “Watch your actions! This is the set.” He buried his head in her neck and asked, “What do I need to do for you not to be angry?” Abigail didn’t understand why Sean still thought she was angry at this point.“Let me go,” Abigail said wearily. “I’ve had a busy day today, and I’m very tired.” Sean loosened his grip on her.When Abigail returned to her hotel room, she locked the door, sat by the window, and looked out at the snowy landscape. She felt empty inside.Sean had been good to her, and she was affectionate toward him, but she was afraid of getting hurt.That night, Abigail couldn’t sleep.Over the next few days, Sean was on set every day. He tried to talk to her, but she was distant.On the other hand, Eric had resumed his morning runs together with Abigail.“It looks like those warm clothes are working. Your hands have improved. How about your feet?” Eric ran backward while smiling at Abigail.There were tiny beads of sweat on her face. “They’re better too.” Sean had helped her massage them, and after a few days, they had healed completely. Coupled with the shoes he had bought, there had been no recurrence.“That’s great. Your cousin is really attentive and capable. I felt helpless before.” Eric smiled as he turned back to face the front and ran side by side with Abigail.Upon thinking about Sean’s suspicions of Eric, Abigail smiled and said, “Meh, he’s not that great.” She finished speaking and looked at the sky.Eric glanced at her inquisitively, but when he turned his gaze back to the front, the feigned smile in his eyes slowly faded, and it was replaced by a deep sense of sadness.“I rarely see you call your family. Aren’t your parents urging you to come home for New Year?” he asked all of a sudden.Abigail replied with a faint smile, “I don’t have parents. I was raised by my grandparents.” Eric abruptly halted, and when she turned around to look at him, he immediately caught up and said, “I’m… sorry.“It’s fine,” Abigail replied calmly. She had no memories of her parents and, therefore, no emotional attachment or sorrow.