I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 910 Adapted Story

Abigail blinked, her gaze fixed on Sean's eyes as if searching for answers within them.

"What's troubling you?" Sean welcomed her scrutiny.

"I'm wondering why you think that way." Abigail was puzzled by Sean's insistent stance.

Few men were as enamored as Sean when they were in a relationship.

"Perhaps it's rooted in my upbringing as I was born from genuine love between my parents. I refuse to see my future wife merely as a pawn for the Grahams. It's not about fulfilling expectations or upholding a family legacy." Sean regretted treating Abigail as he did back then, but even if he could travel back in time, he would still oppose Lina.

However, given the opportunity, he would make things clear with Abigail.

"I'm happy that you think that way. I just wish I had realized it sooner." Abigail felt a pang of remorse.

"It's not too late to understand my intentions now," Sean reassured her, cherishing the moment.

After lunch, he suggested a leisurely walk.

"But what about your responsibilities? I can have a stroll by myself." Abigail recalled the piles of paperwork awaiting him in the study.

"I won't go back on my promise since I said I would spend the day with you," Sean affirmed, squeezing her hand.

They strolled to a quieter area, pausing by a maternity store.

"Baby clothes are so tiny," Sean observed while picking up a pair of delicate shoes and comparing them to his palm.

Abigail mirrored his action, noting, "They are incredibly small."

The couple browsed through the maternity store, familiarizing themselves with the array of infant essentials.

"Anyway, Grandpa and Grandma said they'd come by on Independence Day." Sean had informed the elders in advance, though he sensed an unusual lack of enthusiasm from his grandmother this time, which was odd.

"Let them come, then. Did you just tell them we got pregnant?" Abigail found it strange, recalling how Sean had eagerly shared the news with everyone as soon as he found out they were pregnant. How could he forget to tell the elders?

"I told them long ago, but I suppose they're making some preparations," Sean explained tenderly.

Abigail hummed in response.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, she watched a young couple brushing past them and recalled Luna's pregnancy.

"Do you think Luna had a hard time during her pregnancy?" Abigail recalled how unpredictable Luna's emotions were back then, and it was even worse post-delivery.

How much pain could she have endured during that period of time?

Unbeknownst to Abigail, she could've suffered and agonized alone.

"That's all in the past now." Sean acknowledged her feelings and offered reassurance.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"But every time I think about it, I feel terrible," Abigail muttered.

From Luna's pregnancy, delivery, and being rescued, she had suffered for a long time.

"Josh will make it up to her for the rest of his life." Sean squeezed her hands. "If they ever argue, I'll take whichever side you take without a second thought."

In response, Abigail chuckled. "Keep your word. I'll stand by Luna's side, no matter what."

After all, Luna bore her and Josh's child amidst such adversity.

Once they reached the end of the street and prepared to head back, Sean's phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Norris," Sean answered, his tone professional as he noticed an important figure calling.

Standing next to him, Abigail caught Lando Norris' words clearly.

"Regarding the topic you raised, I wish to discuss further with you the specifics. Are you available to have a quick chat? I've taken a brief break to discuss this with you, but I need to return to work soon," Lando courteously inquired.

Abigail sensed his desire for Sean to spare some time for a meeting.

"I'm currently with my wife. However, if it's alright with you, I can bring her along," Sean suggested, reluctant to leave Abigail behind.

"That's perfectly fine. I'll send you the address," Lando readily agreed.

Sean escorted Abigail to a charming tea house.

Lando Norris, a plump man in his forties, wore a gray duckbill cap, an olive-colored jacket creased with wrinkles, and faded jeans.

His appearance matched Abigail's preconception of a commanding director perfectly.

"I was actually anticipating the chance to meet your wife, too, so I'm pleased you brought her." Lando greeted Sean with a smile.

Abigail was surprised to hear his remark. "You wanted to meet me?"

Sean, being the gentleman, pulled out a chair for her to sit.

Lando chuckled, "Why do you sound so surprised? Mr. Graham shared your remarkable experiences abroad with me. I'm currently on the lookout for an actress with a similar background to yours."

Abigail responded with further surprise and a hint of embarrassment, "My experiences?"

"Yes, your experiences, along with Mr. Graham's, are quite fascinating. Some aspects of the script I'm adapting are quite unclear, so I'll need to ask you both some questions, and your responses will be invaluable," Lando explained, eager to begin.

The session spanned nearly three hours.

During the session, Lando's phone would keep ringing, but he disregarded it.

Once he was done, Lando appeared pleased with the notes he had taken. "It's always ideal to hear it straight from the source. Now, everything fits together seamlessly!"

"May I ask about the genre of story you intend to tell?" Abigail inquired, her interest sparked.

"Love and suspense," Lando replied mysteriously. "But I'll be tweaking some elements to inject more drama into the narrative."