I Want a Divorce

Chapter 37

“Alright. That’s settled, then. I’ll get someone to sort out the contract with you.”

Kevin was pleased. “Welcome! I won’t let you… guys down.”

“I do have a small request to make, though.” Having recalled something,

Abigail quickly spoke up before Kevin ended the call.

“Go ahead.” With all the noise around him, Kevin had to max out the volume

to make sure he could hear what Abigail’s request was.

“For this matter…” Abigail paused. “I don’t want Sean to find out about this.”

It wasn’t worth it if her situation with Sean affected the studio and the

production.

Kevin was quiet for a short while before he replied, “Sure… I guess.”

If I don’t tell Sean anything, it won’t count as him finding out, right?

After hanging up, he walked over to Sean who had just come in. “Oh, Sean.

What brings you here?”

“What’s the matter? Are you involved in something shady?” 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 couldn’t catch

their conversation, he wasn’t so much of a fool that he didn’t recognize the

familiar voice.

“I wish I was. Everyone knows that shady deals bring in the most profits.” Kevin

walked over to Sean and winked. “It’s just a few of the company’s latest

projects.”

Seeing as Kevin didn’t intend to carry on with this line of conversation, Sean’s

eyes darkened. Sean didn’t press any further, but he didn’t notice the flash of

displeasure that flickered within him.

He knew that Kevin was a man of his word and wouldn’t 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.

“Come. I just closed a major deal. I’ll buy you a meal. You can choose the

place today. We can talk at the table.” Kevin gave Sean a pat on the shoulder.

He was clearly in a good mood.

“No, thanks. I’ve got work to do back at the office.”

Sean flicked Kevin’s 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 can’t say anything. Sean

doesn’t even take the initiative to ask. I didn’t even get to enjoy a good show.

On the way back to the office, Cameron noticed that Sean wasn’t in a good Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

mood. His boss had a long face the whole time.

“Mr. Graham, we’ll be pa*sing by L.Moon Studio on the way to the office. Why

don’t we drop the desserts off…”

After hesitating for quite some time, Cameron couldn’t resist making the

suggestion.

Early this morning, Sean instructed Cameron to head over to a luxury bakery

in the city’s 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 didn’t know

what to do.

“Toss everything.” 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? She’s the one

who doesn’t want a divorce.

All of a sudden, Sean’s 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.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Graham. I’m Sabrina Murphy.” A crisp and

professional voice rang out.

Sean had to take a moment before he recalled who that person was.

Sabrina knew that Sean didn’t like wasting time, so she cut straight to the

chase.