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I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 352 Comply With One’s Liking

As Abigail prepared for a good night’s sleep, she was startled by a sudden knock on her door, followed by the

ringing of her phone. When she picked up her phone, she noticed it was a call from a delivery man. She furrowed

her brow, puzzled since she hadn’t placed any food orders. So, she answered the call and said, “Hello.”

“Are you Ms. Quinn? I have a delivery for you,” the delivery man said enthusiastically.

“I didn’t order any food,” she replied politely.

“Your friend ordered it. I’ve left it at your doorstep since I still have another delivery to make,” the delivery man

explained before ending the call.

Abigail wondered which friend might be behind this late-night food delivery. After all, Luna knew she didn’t have a

habit of eating midnight snacks. The possibilities whirled in her mind. Could it be Kelly, and what is she up to again?

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Just as she put her phone down and was going to check the delivery, she received a message from

Sean.

“Did you get the delivery?’

Abigail looked at the message and felt speechless.

‘What did you send me?”

‘Why don’t you find out yourself? It’s already at your doorstep.

Thus, she had no choice but to go outside and retrieve the delivery that Sean had sent. Opening the door, she

found a large gift box placed outside. She couldn’t help but wonder what was inside.

As she hoisted the box, Abigail quickly noticed its weight, and upon bringing it indoors, she eagerly unboxed the

package. Within, she discovered a book, several rolls of fabric, and an assortment of gold and silver threads. She

couldn’t help but admire how well he had nailed this gift choice.

The book she found was particularly valuable, a professional guide to various embroidery techniques, including the

unique art of using gold and silver threads. Engrossed in her newfound treasure, she was interrupted by the ring of

her phone. She picked it up and saw that it was Sean. She answered the call and asked, “Where did you find

these?” While speaking, she walked toward the living room.

On the other end of the line, he responded nonchalantly, “I stumbled upon them randomly. I thought you’d find

them valuable, so I arranged for the delivery.”

Abigail ran her fingers over the fabrics Sean had chosen; they exuded quality and, to her surprise,

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seemed rather expensive. Her skepticism crept into her voice as she commented, “It’s not easy fo me to find these

fabrics, yet you found them randomly?

He cleared his throat and said, “Do you like them?”

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She hesitated for a moment before replying, “They’re quite nice. How much did it cost you? I’ll return the money to

you.”

After hearing that, Sean regretted making the call. “Can’t you say something nice for once?” His voice was filled

with dissatisfaction.

“If you think returning the money isn’t a pleasant gesture, it seems there’s nothing nice left to say,” Abigail

responded bluntly.

Surprisingly, he had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, he said, “It appears you were indeed holding back

when we were together.”

“Do you have anything else to say? If not, I’m going to hang up. Send me the receipt later, and I’ll transfer the

money to you.” She did not like how he had brought up their past.

He sighed and said, “You don’t have to pay me back. Just make me a set of winter clothes, and that will be enough.”

“I’ll consider it,” she replied, wanting to keep her distance from him.

When Sean heard Abigail’s words, his voice turned colder. “Cameron told me that you were unhappy. That’s why I

went out of my way to find these things. Yet, it seems you’re deliberately. trying to upset me.”

“It’s late. I’m going to bed,” she stated, wanting to avoid further discussion.