I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35
Sean looked in the direction of Abigail’s voice, pursing his thin l*ps for a few
seconds before saying, “I saw two blankets on the bed in Grandma’s room
just now. She probably feels cold. Why don’t you go get it?”
Abigail thought for a moment. “Never mind.”
If Ana lise truly felt cold, Abigail absolutely wouldn’t take it.
If Ana lise realized something, then Abigail would be making it too obvious.
She was wondering how she should sleep at night when Sean moved to the
side, clearing a space on Abigail’s side. He seemed to have understood the
situation. “Come sleep.”
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Abigail was speechless.
She only struggled for a second before walking expressionlessly to the bed.
She pulled back a corner of the blanket, then lay down stiffly. She even turned
off the bedside lamp.
She comforted herself, telling herself that they wouldn’t be doing anything.
After all, they had shared a bed before.
If he wasn’t afraid, what should she be afraid of?
But as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
She got cold easily, so as soon as summer was over, her hands and feet
would feel cold. She could never feel warm under the blanket, and she didn’t
like turning on the air-conditioner, so as soon as she lay down, she felt
unaccustomed to the warmth around her.
The man’s familiar smell of hormones filled her nostrils as it mingled with the
smell of the b*dy wash and shampoo she always used. Toasted by the
man’s warmth, she felt quite hot, so even if they didn’t do anything, the
atmosphere felt suggestive as long as the two shared a bed.
Abigail turned around and almost flopped on the bed. She had her back to
Sean, and her features bunched up in a frown.
When she realized that the man behind her remained quiet and motionless,
she slowly relaxed. In the end, she couldn’t win against fatigue, so she fell
asleep.
That night, her slumber wasn’t peaceful at all. Her dreams were cold and
numerous.
The relationship between the Quinn Family and the Graham Family started
when Colby brought young Sean to the holiday villa near the village where
the Quinns lived. According to Theodore, Sean was ill.
Every child in the village knew that the young master from a rich family was
staying in the yard of the holiday villa. The boy had a weird personality and
some screws loose in his head, for he regarded everyone as if they were his
enemy.
The adults in the village feared that their mischievous children would offend
some prominent figure, so they scared the kids by telling them that Sean had
contracted an illness that could spread to them, so they shouldn’t play with
him.
But, of course, Sean didn’t fancy playing with them either.
Only Abigail, because of her grandmother’s fierce personality, was brave
enough to go anywhere in the world. She brought her cla*smates to play at
the beach in front of the holiday villa, and someone started getting into the
sea.
In the end, when they were swimming back, they encountered a rip current.
In her attempt to push her friends back to shore, Abigail was plunged into the
bottom of the ocean.
Later on, she didn’t know where she floated off to. She only knew that her
lungs were about to burst, and she couldn’t swim no matter how much she
struggled. She would get a mouthful of seawater every time she shouted for
help. Her eyes and throat hurt like hell.
Just when she felt like she was about to die, an arm reached out and
dragged her forward. In her dreams, she could still see the blurry surface of
the ocean, the surging white waves, and the deep eyes of the boy when he
turned around and looked at her.
Back then, Sean was only around 14 years old.
The scene changed to when they were getting married. He still gazed at her,
with the same deep look, but his eyes were colored with impatience.
He didn’t even remember her. On the night of the wedding, he feverishly
desired her, but at the same time, he was extremely cold. “Isn’t this what you
want? Are you satisfied now?”
Abigail was struggling in her sleep. “No…”
This wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t her that night, either…
As she phased between consciousness and slumber, she suddenly felt
someone grabbing her waist.
As if getting an electric shock, she struggled to get away. Her movements
were too broad, and then, a slap sounded in the air. She didn’t know which
part of Sean she hit.
Sean grabbed her wrist and fl*pped around, pinning her under him as he
demanded through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”