I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 860

Sean let out a deep breath, his anticipation palpable, as he leaned in to kiss her again. Months of longing had led to this moment, and as the driver navigated the car to a secluded spot, the intensity between them only grew.

After two long hours, Sean finally emerged from the car. His shirt was all crumpled up, and his pants looked like they had been through a mud bath.

"Fetch a set of clothing for both a man and a woman," he instructed the driver.

The driver was well-advised to walk away briskly. Meanwhile, Abigail took her sweet time to cautiously step out of the vehicle. Wrapped in Sean's coat, it enveloped her like a protective shield, yet beneath it was her own insecurities laid bare; she had nothing underneath it.

Quietly, she approached him from behind and enveloped him in a silent embrace. Her feelings were conveyed through the warmth of her touch rather than words.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, gently taking her hand with a smile on his face.

"I'm just tired, so I'm really craving your embrace," Abigail replied, her voice tinged with weariness.

Turning to face her, Sean gently pressed her against the car, holding her tenderly as he radiated warmth and affection. "I haven't endured much hardship. I've recouped the 400 million as well as assumed control of Jonell's ventures in Monfort, along with the estates and wineries in New Yoke. They're all under my ownership now."

"And what about 3 million?" Abigail couldn't help but wonder about the whereabouts of that amount of cash. She had hoped in secret that he would keep the money for himself, but he ultimately surrendered it.

"That money rightfully belongs to the people and should be returned. I wouldn't feel right keeping it," Sean caressed her nose, his voice brimming with affection.

"That's commendable." Abigail embraced him tightly.

In that instant, it dawned on her that being near Sean was never close enough. Every moment with him left her craving more. It was a hunger for his presence that couldn't be satisfied. After being in each other's embrace for a while, Abigail earnestly expressed, "Thank you, Sean."

"You're my wife. It's natural for me to take care of family matters. There's no need for thanks," Sean reassured her as he gently ran his fingers through her hair, his heart brimming with contentment.

Returning home to a hearty meal felt like the ultimate reward.

Abigail's face lit up with a shy yet adorable smile.

"Jonell's days of freedom are over. He'll spend the rest of his life in the 2x4 cell," Sean murmured as he absent-mindedly played with her hair, his eyes revealing nothing.

She wondered about the unresolved fraud case. "And what about the fraud case?"

"Jonell might have been thrown behind bars, but there are still others involved in Eswadia. The investigation is still ongoing. You've noticed too that my name wasn't dragged into the news. This fraud mess caused us so much hell. I don't want to be dragged into it any further. I want us to marry. We can't deny the fact that we're not getting any younger, right?" He had made up his mind. He was determined to marry her this time.

Abigail leaned into his chest. "Okay. I want to marry you too."

Sean let out a satisfied sigh. "Once all the challenges that we have faced, I'm finally getting to marry you."

Abigail felt a pang of sadness as she gave a soft sigh. "I wish Grandma could be here to see this."

"She's looking down on us from above, so she's still part of our journey," Sean murmured in reassurance while his hand caressed her hair.

Lost in their shared emotions, they silently exchanged thoughts for a while.