I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 887 Melodies Of Love

Abigail couldn't help but chuckle.

After several turns, it was finally her chance.

"Well, it seems luck's on my side tonight. Only now it's my turn," she said with a smile and tossed an even number. Luck, as they say, could be a mixed bag.

"What's your choice of song?" Sean wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Mary Grows Old," she replied.

Sean paused, a moment of contemplation passing over him.

It happened to be his favorite track from their cherished collection of records.

Despite three years of marriage, he had never revealed to her his fondness for this particular song.

"Why do you choose this one?" he asked, his smile curious.

"The day you brought that record home, I noticed you listening to it once and then carefully stashing it away. I figured it had to be your favorite since you never played any of the other tracks," she explained.

Sean looked at her in silence for a moment, then gently kissed her cheek. "You've known all along what I liked and never said a word. That's something special."

It wasn't that she could endure it. At that moment, she felt like he didn't fancy her, so she kept quiet.

"Can you sing?" She threw the question at him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Sean took the microphone and smiled gently. "Of course I can."

Their intimacy was the envy of any couple. It was so tight knit, with a knack for understanding each other's preferences.

They were like aged wine, emitting a subtle yet rich aroma.

The song kicked off, and Sean gripped the microphone and sang with sincerity. His voice was soft, and his gaze was filled with affection as he looked at Abigail.

When it came time for harmony, she seamlessly chimed in.

Once they wrapped up the song, Alfie couldn't resist commenting, "On such a joyous occasion, singing songs about time passing is just too harsh!"

"We're supposed to sing what we like, right? It's not like you're unhappy after our performance," Abigail replied playfully, feigning displeasure.

"You two sang so beautifully that it's making me jealous! I want to swap partners and sing with my girlfriend!" Alfie's envy was clear. Why were they so sweet even when singing a song?

It left him feeling incredibly envious.

Sean really stands out among his friends, doesn't he? Alfie mused.

Then, it was Josh's turn. He sang a love song dedicated to Luna.

As the night progressed, Abigail had a bit to drink and climbed into the car with Sean.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently asked, "When you were younger, why did you like this song? I meant to ask you back then, but somehow I forgot."

"It was my parents' love song. I don't know all the details, but I've always been fond of it," Sean said, a touch of nostalgia evident in his voice.

His parents passed away too soon, and this song became a precious connection to his memory.

Abigail hugged him tighter and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's why you liked this song."

"It's alright. Singing it with you feels like keeping their love alive," he replied.

Little did she know that whenever he sang this song, his heart raced with emotion.

An overwhelming wave of sentiment softened his usually stoic demeanor.

It turned out she already knew she liked it and had even secretly learned it.

Abigail gazed at him, her silence conveying volumes of unspoken emotion.

Their connection was undeniable.

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Back at the hospital, Abigail carefully tucked the blanket around Sean, and a hint of concern creased her brow. "Was there something that happened that shouldn't have led you to the club?"

Sean chuckled softly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "I'm not that fragile," he reassured her. His vulnerability was merely a facade to outsmart his adversaries.

Abigail caught on to his charade and paused for a moment before shaking her head with a helpless smile. "You even fooled me."

"Well, but haven't I come clean with you now?" Sean couldn't resist a smirk.

"Rest up. I've got a mountain of work piling up at the company lately. I can't always be here at the hospital. If you need anything, just give me a call. Don't hesitate just because I'm busy," she advised

as she took a seat by his bedside.

"Are you heading back to work?" Sean glanced at the time. It was already eight o'clock.

She really needed to kick her habit of burning the midnight oil.

"Yeah, there are some urgent orders that need my attention," she replied. The entertainment industry was experiencing some turbulence, with several production teams considering pulling the plug on their contracts. She had to do her best to maintain the morale of her team.

"Then you go back and keep yourself busy. Remember to take care of yourself," Sean said warmly.

Abigail stayed for a while before taking her leave.

Half an hour later, Callen and Kadrick entered the ward together.

Sean was listening to a song sung by him and Abigail. As soon as he saw them, he furrowed his brows for a moment, then took off his headphones.

"Mr. Graham, I heard you're going to be interrogated again tomorrow. I asked around, and they said it could be delayed for two days. Don't you want to think of a plan?" Kadrick looked genuinely concerned.

"What kind of plan can I devise against the authorities?" Sean responded, his face reflecting helplessness.

"Mr. Graham, my family still has some influence. I was thinking, if you establish a relationship with my family, they might show leniency toward you," Callen said nervously as she bit her lip.

"What kind of relationship?" Sean inquired.

His gaze seemed ordinary, but in Callen's heart, it felt deep and enchanting.

Her pulse quickened, and her cheeks flushed as she stuttered, "You could pretend to be engaged to me. I came up with a script with Abigail, saying you two had a fight because of Simond, broke up with her, and then pretended to be engaged to me to make her jealous."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.