I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 254 Willingly Became His Mistress

Eric’s eyes drooped, and with a few shifts, he appeared troubled.

Abigail felt somewhat resigned.

The night breeze tousled her soft hair, and she raised a hand to tidy it up. decided what to ask, I’ll head inside. Just give me a call when you’re ready.”

“Since

you haven’t

He felt a sense of urgency and reached out to grab her wrist. “Abigail.” He called out and immediately released her, his face blushing as he apologized, “I’m sorry. I was too hasty. I didn’t mean to touch you. I returned to Capitalis a few days ago because the Pearsons found their missing daughter. I’m truly sorry I didn’t inform you!”

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Josh had told him they would apologize together to Abigail once the time was right. However, he did not want that. He could not stand the days of dating Kelly as he did not like her.

“Finding her is a good thing. Why apologize? This way, I can finally relax. After all, you insisted on

treating me like the Pearsons‘ daughter, which was quite a burden and made my gron

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uneasy.” Abigail stopped and smiled. Her smile was completely genuine, with no pretense.

Eric took a step closer, looking into her eyes. “It’s our fault for being so reckless, causing you trouble. But even though the Pearsons have found their lost daughter, our relationship remains the same. You can still call me ‘Eric‘. If you need anything, just hit me up, and I’ll come to side.”

your

She knew precisely what he meant by this subtle message. “To be honest, being mistaken for the Pearsons‘ daughter brought me plenty of benefits from you all. I appreciate your help, and I think the mistake was a stroke of luck. I don’t want to cling to a fortune that doesn’t belong to me and trouble you further,” she politely declined. He wanted to say more, but she continued, “Eric, this is the last time I’ll call you that. We’re from different worlds and cities. I’ll never forget your help, but I also want to continue and lead my life. Thank you for taking care of me.”

With that, she turned and walked into the hotel. At that moment, she realized that Eric might have a slight fondness for her, which began from a mistaken identity. He should have a marriage alliance with the Pearsons, provided that Sean did not lie to her. In that case, Eric should return to his circle and treat the Pearsons‘ found daughter well rather than coming to her.

She would be thrilled if the elders from both families were friendly to talk to and decided not to see her trouble. Yet, what if they found her and Eric’s relationship too complicated and felt enraged?

Moon was at the height of its career and could not afford any mistakes. Just dealing with Sean was giving her a headache, let alone the combined forces of the Davidsons from Capitalis and the Pearsons. L.Moon could not handle it, and neither could she.

Eric watched her as she walked into the hotel step by step, his hand slowly forming a fist by his

side.

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The following morning, Abigail received a call from Ronaldo when packing her bags. She did not want to trouble him to take her to the airport, but little did she know that his timing was perfect.

She answered the call and chuckled in a relaxed tone. “Up so early? I was planning to leave quietly. How did you catch me so easily?”

“Don’t be so relaxed, pretty. Hurry! Pack your bags and switch rooms. Eric’s fans have infiltrated the hotel. If they catch you, it’ll be a big problem!” He sounded worried, like an anxious kid.

“What?” Abigail had hardly finished speaking when the room’s doorbell rang urgently.

She held her phone, gazed at the door, and listened to Ronaldo’s explanation. “Did Eric hold your hand at the hotel last night? I know there’s nothing between you two, but the paparazzi twisted the story and posted it online. It’s already trending. Some media have revealed his engagement to the Pearsons‘ heiress in Capitalis. They said you willingly became his mistress!”

“I’ve got someone ringing my doorbell. Can you contact hotel security?” Abigail was not panicking. After all, she was in a high–end hotel, and Eric’s fans could not harm her.

“I’ll

get in touch with them. Stay in your room. I’m coming in a few minutes!” Ronaldo said and hung up.

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