I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 679

Abigail watched Sean's swift movements, her eyes widening as she reminded him, "Don't look at me. Look at the knife in your hand. Aren't you afraid of losing your fingers?"

"Don't underestimate me," Sean replied confidently. "After you returned to Capitalis, I spent a year and a half learning from Alice."

Abigail approached him and earnestly said, "Only those who are arrogant make mistakes. I know you're a quick learner, but can you guarantee that accidents won't happen?"

Hearing her words, Sean found Abigail's point reasonable and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, honey," he said tentatively, but to his surprise, Abigail didn't refute him.

In that split second, his heart filled with awe. He felt that their remarriage was just around the corner, as her lack of refutation meant acceptance.

The duo busied themselves in the kitchen for about three hours. When Sean brought out the dishes, Analise and Lina couldn't help but salivate.

"Let's forget about that old man and let him play poker as much as he wants. Let's not let him eat these delicacies," Lina discussed with Analise.

"We can't finish all of this, though," Analise said, already grabbing some meat from the pot.

"Can you wait? They still haven't said anything. Put it down!" Lina immediately knocked the meat off her cutlery.

Hearing her words, Analise felt tortured. It would be a pity if she couldn't eat such delicious food.

"You can eat too, Grandma. Call Grandpa and tell him to come home for dinner," Abigail reminded from the kitchen door.

"You go. I'll have a taste first," Analise immediately ordered Lina. Compared to them, Analise hadn't eaten anything good for a long time since she had to be very strict about her diet due to diabetes.

Immediately, Lina went to make the call.

The kitchen was filled with steam. Abigail and Sean were sweating profusely as they worked nonstop.

As soon as Colby returned, he laughed and bragged to Lina and Analise. "I won a thousand dollars today. I'm on a roll!"

Old people played poker for fun, not for money. Thus, even if they lost the game all day, they only lost about a thousand dollars.

"Why didn't you say anything when you kept losing?" Lina stood at the door and handed him his slippers. Her tone was filled with disdain.

"Try saying something nice, will you? If winning was the norm, there wouldn't be so many failures in life, and success would be within easy reach," Colby said. Suddenly, he sniffed and asked, "What's that smell? Did you hire a new chef? It smells so good!"