I Want a Divorce

Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Cultivating Feelings

“What are you looking at?” Abigail’s face held a mix of confusion and embarra*sment.

She wasn’t sure if Sean had overheard her conversation with her grandmother.

“Your grandmother wants to leave the hospital again?” Sean had caught a snippet of their

conversation.

Abigail gave a small nod. She didn’t intend to have a deep conversation with Sean

and was about to head back.

“Let’s take a stroll?” Sean approached her.

“No need, I still have work to finish.” She wanted to get it done quickly and return home so her grandmo

ther wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital for too long.

“You should take a break occasionally. What if you get too tired and end up in the hospital, which would

delay your work even more?” Sean gently held Abigail’s wrist without much thought.

Abigail immediately tried to pull away.

“Help me take a look at the scenery here and give me some design advice,” Sean said, pulling her tow

ard the exit.

“This is something you should ask an architect, not a fashion designer!” Abigail freed herself from Sean

’s grasp.

“Sometimes, professional designers may not have better ideas than cross–

industry designers,” Sean said, pulling Abigail’s hand once again.

Abigail was dragged out by him.

They happened to run

into a couple who were taking a leisurely stroll, fanning themselves. Abigail stopped making a fuss at o

nce and followed Sean.

“Taking a walk?” The woman recognized Abigail and initiated the conversation.

Abigail nodded.

The man was engrossed in scrolling through his phone, occasionally exchanging a few words with

the woman.

Abigail awkwardly followed Sean, listening to the couple’s casual chatter.

“Do you think the plan to turn our village into a tourist village will really work? I’m still

counting on the compensation to buy a new house in the city,” the woman, fanning herself, asked her

husband.

“They want to demolish all the houses in the village. But what can they do if a few holdouts refuse?” Th

e man’s tone was indifferent.

“We should try to persuade those holdouts. Otherwise, the whole village will suffer if we don’t get the co

mpensation,” the woman continued.

Sean and Abigail listened in silence, not offering any comments.

“What are you talking about? Why should we persuade them in a nice way?” The man grew

impatient and snapped at the woman.

The woman pursed her l*ps and fell silent.

Abigail wondered why he was so upset. He had such a bad temper. It was surprising that he could find Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

a wife.

At this moment, Sean suddenly took Abigail’s hand, whispering, “Let’s walk faster.”

“Why?” Abigail lowered her voice. She suspected that Sean was deliberately showing affection in front

of others.

“Just walk faster.” Sean hastened his steps.

Abigail was pulled along, and they jogged on.

As they pa*sed by the couple, the woman murmured, “Being young is a wonderful thing.”

There was a hint of envy in her tone.

Sean led Abigail to a lush riverside with a dense clump of bushes, where fireflies were fluttering.

“This is quite rare,” Sean said to Abigail.

Nowadays, it was really hard to see fireflies,

Abigail took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Luna.

“I’ve never seen fireflies, even though Quinn Village is in the countryside,” Abigail said to Sean after se

nding the photo.

“Quinn Village used to be a tourist village, so it was crowded. There couldn’t have been fireflies,” Sean

explained.

The couple approached them.

“You haven’t seen them before?” the woman smiled and asked Abigail and Sean.

“No.” Abigail smiled in reply.

“There are many of them every summer, but if it becomes a tourist village, there might be fewer,” the w

oman said, still fanning herself, and walked away with her husband.

Sean and Abigail waited until they were gone. “What she said is actually correct. Fireflies don’t like cro

wded places,”

Abigail watched the fireflies and suddenly said, “I have to go back. I just thought of a design idea.”

“You should think about a design for me too.” Sean quickly spoke when he saw her leaving.

“You figure out how to keep these fireflies here, whether artificially or naturally.”

Abigail hurried back.

She had designed starry skies and oceans before, but she had never thought about fireflies as she had

never seen them.

However, today, when she saw them, she felt like they were like the Milky Way, beautiful and full of vital

ity.

So, she had the idea to design a dress like that.

“You’re right.” Sean walked beside her, thinking that her idea was really good.

Rearing fireflies were out of the question, but they could consider keeping fireflies in captivity.

But for now, it was just an idea. Dealing with the few holdouts in the village was the priority now. They d

emanded high compensation and had terrible attitudes, especially since they had elders at home. Thus

, they were particularly domineering

“What do you think? How should I talk to the holdouts?” Sean walked beside Abigail, looking for conver

sation.

“I’m not a negotiation expert. Don’t ask me, and don’t disturb me. I’m thinking of ideas,” Abigail said to Sean.

Sean walked up to her and tilted his head to look at her. “Why are you so serious?”

Abigail pushed him lightly. “Don’t talk! Don’t interrupt my thoughts.”

Sean gave a low ‘oh‘ and suddenly reached out to pinch her cheek.

Abigail glared at him.

“I didn’t say anything,” Sean immediately said.

Abigail could only shake her head in disbelief.

She furrowed her brows at him. “What are you doing? If you have nothing to do, think of how to deal wit

h those holdouts.”

Sean silently smirked.

Cultivating feelings with Abigail was the important thing he needed to focus on now.