I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 829 I Want You

Jonell's journey into the cutthroat world of business began in his teens, which swiftly propelled him to fame in his twenties. Despite his father's directive for him to head to Ansela, Jonell carved his own path and built an empire with his acumen.

What is Sean treating me as to give such a threat? Does he think I'm a greenhorn?

"In Eswadia, there's a saying where the protege would surpass the master. Gotta admit, though. Sean has a much better acumen," Jones quipped before departing.

Businessmen prioritized profit, and Jonell's actions disrupted the interests of the entire business association, which caused them not to support him.

Jonell’s vision clouded. The betrayal stung.

Upon his return to the hotel, Sean had a shower and found solace in the embrace of Abigail, who was half-asleep.

Abigail, roused from slumber due to his presence, woke up. "You're back late."

He hadn't returned for several days.

"Business calls," Sean murmured, planting a kiss on her brow. "Missed me?"

"More than words can describe," Abigail confessed, melding into his warmth.

Sean shivered slightly as he pulled her closer. "Do you want me?"

"Of course I want you," Abigail responded as she kissed him back.

Sean made a soft sound as he embraced her. "We have things to do tomorrow."

"Mm," Abigail murmured as she focused on kissing his collarbone.

Lost in the moment, Sean switched positions with Abigail, then lay beneath her and enjoyed her playful gestures.

Afterward, Sean carried the exhausted Abigail to the bathroom.

"You have quite the stamina, honey," Sean said with a smile in his hoarse voice.

Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you enjoy it?"

"I did," Sean replied, knowing he would enjoy anything she did.

Too tired to say more, Abigail leaned against his chest.

She would ask more questions tomorrow.

Awakening late, Abigail found Sean engaged in a phone conversation and a spread of food awaiting her. Despite her disdain for cold fare, her hunger prevailed.

Once he was done with his tele-conversation, he embraced her from behind and gave her a peck. "Have some snacks. We'll have a delicious meal later."

"Delicious meal? What kind?" She had a penchant for having Eswadian cuisine as it reminded her of home.

"There's an Eswadian food hall," Sean said as he kissed her gently.

Abigail didn't resist as she ate a few pieces of pancakes and drank the milk. She then turned to kiss Sean's lips. "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Okay." Sean nodded.

As she stood up, Abigail hesitated. "Is it safe to go outside?"

"It's fine, I've made arrangements," Sean reassured her as he had organized security for their outing.

Abigail focused on dressing elegantly as she felt more at ease.

When they arrived at the Eswadian food hall, Xavien wasted no time in ordering food.

"Do you want some pastry?" Sean asked Abigail.

"Forget it. Nothing beats homemade," Abigail had strong opinions about pastries. She preferred the homemade version over any restaurant's.

Since the homemade pastry made by Analise and Scarlett was unmatched, she saw no point in eating it elsewhere.

Sean ordered a few other dishes.

Once they had their fill, Abigail asked Sean, "Any update on Luna and Eric?"

"I've proposed to Jonell. The ball is in his court," he replied, foreseeing a daunting task ahead.

Their outings together, including the one today, would be limited moving forward.

"Are we certain Luna is with him?" Abigail's fear was palpable.

While serving her the meal, Sean gave a solemn response. "No."

He debated whether to admit that it was akin to finding a needle in a haystack when it came to locating Luna. After digging deep into Jonell's past, he was filled with regret at the possibility of Jonell's past being wiped clean.

Abigail let out a disappointed sigh.

"We'll find her," Sean vowed, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I just fear that Luna may not be able to hold on much longer," Abigail murmured.

"If she can't hold on, it will only be temporary. I will attempt to arrange a meeting with Eric in the coming days. If he can see her, he can convey a message on her behalf," Sean said gently.

Abigail nodded quietly and sighed.

After dinner, Sean escorted Abigail back to the hotel.

"You'll be safe here," Sean assured her, his touch a balm to her worries. "Xavier will keep an eye out for you. I've stocked the fridge with a month's worth of food for you."

Abigail turned. "What about you? I'm all alone here while you deal with business?"

"This time, you must trust me," Sean kissed her between her eyes, "I promise I will return safely."