I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 363 Hate That You’re So Unresponsive

Cameron was startled and shuddered abruptly, quickly withdrawing his

“I have nothing on my mind.”

With a cold expression, Sean averted his gaze and walked away.

gaze.

Kelly tagged behind, her anger boiling inside her upon hearing Eric’s words.

She was convinced that Abigail had spoken negatively about her to Eric, which was why he was treating her poorly.

I can’t believe that even after pulling Sean out of her life, she has Eric to protect her!

The two groups entered the hotel one after the other.

“We’ll make do here tonight, and we’ll all go to Capitalis together tomorrow.” When Abigail heard. that Eric was

coming to Pendorf, she took the initiative to book rooms for him and his friends as a gracious host. Both of them

had been invited to a show on Runway Capitalis, and traveling together the next day made sense.

“Okay!” Eric agreed.

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Kelly and Sean quickly joined them.

With that, the four of them waited for the elevator together.

“Why don’t we have a meal first? It’s about lunchtime anyway,” Eric suddenly suggested to Abigail.

Originally, she was supposed to take him to the guest rooms she had booked, but he wanted to bother Sean.

“Sure, the restaurant on the second floor is quite good,” Abigail agreed readily.

When Sean heard that, his hands instinctively went into his pocket, and he gripped his phone. involuntarily.

What are Abigail and Eric planning to do together in Capitalis?

When they arrived at the restaurant, both groups of people had tables by the window, with only one table in

between them.

When Cameron made an excuse to take a phone call, he reached out to a waiter and reserved the middle table

that separated the two groups.

After Abigail took her seat, she informed Eric about the invitation from Runway Capitalis.

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“I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about Runway Capitalis,” Abigail uttered in a low voice.

The way the person in charge spoke on the phone that day reminded Abigail of the uneasiness. she felt whenever

she thought about it.

Eric, who was busy ordering food with his head down, looked up at her when he heard that comment. “What do you

mean?”

Abigail frowned. “I can’t quite put it into words, but after interacting with their person in charge, who I think is the

show’s director, I feel like he’s not quite up to the task.”

Eric reassured her. “When the time comes, you’ll have me and Lewis watching over you. What are you worried

about?”

Abigail looked at him. “I’ve heard that you’ve never been on these variety shows before. Perhaps if you reject them

now, the show won’t go on anymore.”

“It’s a local show, though. I’ll just check it out.” Of course, he wouldn’t admit that he was doing it for her.

Sean was aware that Abigail had a lengthy conversation with Eric, and during that time, the two seemed to be

discussing something secretly, leaning in close and whispering to each other until their heads nearly touched.

Losing his appetite, Sean placed his cutlery down and got up to leave.

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“Mr. Graham…” Kelly called out to him softly.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Sean uttered while suppressing the boiling anger in his chest.

Throughout the meal, Abigail did not pay any attention to Sean’s table, and since she was almost finished with her

food, she also planned to use the restroom before leaving.

As she reached the restroom, she saw Sean standing in the communal sink area, smoking a cigarette. There was a

hint of surprise in her eyes.

When did Sean start smoking?

Within their three years of marriage, she had never once seen him smoking a cigarette or anything equivalent.

Caught off guard, he tried to throw the cigarette in the trash can but realized that it could start a fire, so he quickly

extinguished the cigarette under the running tap.

Abigail passed by him as if she hadn’t noticed him.

Looking at the extinguished cigarette and the dirty ashes smudging his fingers, Sean let out a self- deprecating

chuckle.

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What am I doing? She’s not even concerned about me.

Abigail hardly paid any attention to his subsequent actions.

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