I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 809

Abigail stayed overnight at the Grahams' and found women's pajamas, dresses, and even underwear hanging in Sean's room.

"Are these for your blind date?" Abigail pointed to a sexy pair of panties and asked Sean.

Sean walked over, took the panties and set them aside, then kissed her lips. "Do you want to try them on?"

Abigail's throat moved as she stared at him with bright eyes. "When did you prepare these?"

"I've always been prepared. Maybe it was… out of habit," Sean replied.

Even though they had been divorced, Sean never thought Abigail would belong to someone else. When they changed seasons at home, her clothes always came along.

When the Graham Estate was sold, and they were getting a new home, the company that usually sent clothes also sent Abigail's clothes.

Sean knew they were trying to make more money, but he still kept them.

Meanwhile, Abigail was in his arms, feeling a bit dazed. They had been husband and wife before. Through the years of separation and reconciliation, Sean had always treated her as his wife.

"After everything is settled, let's have a proper wedding and then have a child. What do you think?" Abigail felt an urgent need at this moment.

She wanted to marry him.

"I've been waiting for you to say that." Sean smiled.

Abigail's eyes were a bit moist. "Do you think things would have been different if we hadn't crossed paths with Vincent?"

"There's no ifs or buts. You are a Pearson. These things will happen to you." Sean gently caressed the corners of her reddened eyes. "When trouble comes, discuss it with your husband. I know Luna is important to you, but I am more important, right?"

"I didn't dare to mention Luna's child before. I was afraid that the father's identity would tarnish her reputation." Abigail held onto Sean's shirt collar tightly, her voice filled with guilt.

As for Sean, he had no intention of holding her accountable.

"Next time, you must tell me. I am your husband. If you don't trust anyone else, at least trust me, right?" Sean caressed her chin.

Abigail lifted her chin to grant him better access, "At that time, I think Luna didn't want me to speak for a reason. I have known her for many years. I understand her well. Perhaps a misunderstanding was destined to happen so she could let us know what we wanted to know." Abigail's tone was uncertain.

Sean lifted her up in his arms. "Hmm."

He wouldn't dwell on the past anymore.

The sound of water in the bathroom was accompanied by ambiguous sounds.

Abigail didn't know what time it was when Sean finally stopped. She was exhausted and about to collapse. After he carried her out of the bathroom, he continued to have his fill of her.

"You're going to kill me with all this…" Abigail's voice was weak.

Sean kissed her, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "I've missed you for so long. This is not enough to make up for my days and nights in the past six months."