I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 901 We Are Merely Friends

"Listen, I'm going to change. But you guys won't believe it." Kevin's tone remained steady.

Sean took a sip of his drink in silence, offering no response.

Alfie ceased his jesting as well, sensing the gravity of the moment.

"I've always been anxious that she knows everything about my past. I want her to be my girlfriend, but I'm afraid she'll leave if she discovers the truth. I feel trapped in this dilemma," Kevin confessed, his speech tinged with the effects of alcohol.

Only he truly comprehended the weight of his words.

"You're being naive. Do you recall what I warned you about?" Sean retorted coldly.

Kevin had long forgotten...

Rising to his feet and straightening his attire, Sean declared, "I must go."

Kevin had made his choice.

However, as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words, so only time would tell.

"I don't mean to dissuade you, but should you succeed in winning her affection, Irene's departure at the slightest misstep is assured. She's not like most women; she won't linger due to past investments. A second chance won't be granted if you make a slight mistake. Can you genuinely change yourself?" Sean queried, walking away without a second thought.

Alfie gently rested his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "I'm sincerely advising you to seek someone more compatible. Irene is an exceptional woman; don't cause her any pain."

Shrugging Alfie's hand off, Kevin exclaimed, "Are you crazy? What's my issue?"

"You're burdened with too many mistakes; she deserves someone better," Alfie replied with a sympathetic smile.

...

Upon Sean's return home, Abigail welcomed him, immediately detecting the scent of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" she inquired.

"A little. Kevin was feeling down, so I joined him for a drink," Sean replied, rubbing his temples.

In the past, during conflicts with Abigail, he had relied on Kevin's support in a similar manner. Now, the tables had turned.

"I wonder if he's reflecting on his decisions," Abigail pondered with a smile as she assisted him with his coat.

"In retrospect, it's always regrettable. It's often difficult to foresee the consequences," Sean commented, embracing her. "I'll freshen up; you should go get rest first." NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Alright."

They retired to bed early that night.

Meanwhile, Kevin made his way to L.Moon.

L.Moon housed a studio renowned for its high-end clothing, where Irene and Yeezy were deeply immersed in their work.

Several other designers were also occupied within the studio.

Pausing at the entrance, Kevin observed for a moment before rapping on the glass door.

Upon catching sight of him, Irene's expression soured slightly, yet she still took a moment to set aside her work and greet him.

"I've mentioned before, I'm occupied," Irene's irritation thinly veiled.

Kevin regarded her, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I understand your workload. I've arranged takeout for everyone; it'll be arriving soon. Remember to take breaks and nourish yourselves; don't overexert."

"You don't have to. We've already eaten in the cafeteria. Especially with the Thanksgiving exhibition approaching, time is of the essence," Irene replied, growing increasingly impatient.

"Fine, feel free to discard it if you wish." Kevin wanted to say more but halted himself. "Well then, I'll leave you to do your tasks."

As he departed, Irene resumed her work.

After approaching Irene, Yeezy inquired, "Have you responded to Mr. Stewart?"

The other designers listened in covertly.

"Responding to what? We're merely friends," Irene retorted. Initially, she had feigned a romantic relationship with Kevin to aid in Sean's reconciliation with Abigail.

When Kevin later accused her of harboring feelings for Sean in the room, Irene had no intention of becoming emotionally entangled with him.

"Irene, if you accept his advances, your dynamic with Mr. Graham and Miss Quinn will change," a male designer chuckled.

"Miss Quinn already helped me secure a position at L.Moon; that's sufficient for me. I don't covet things that aren't rightfully mine," Irene replied with a smile.

Whether it was people or wealth, if she hadn't earned it through her own efforts, she didn't want it.

"You're refreshingly straightforward. You know, some women who aspire to marry into affluence would eagerly accept gifts and luxury items from Mr. Stewart. What significance does securing a job at the company hold?" the male designer teased.

"But all I desire is just a simple life," Irene murmured softly.

Yeezy now comprehended why Abigail had extended her help to Irene.

Among numerous talented individuals, Abigail didn't readily extend her help to just anyone.

However, there was an exception for someone like Irene because she was unique.

She harbored no hunger for power or material possessions; she remained grounded, unassuming, and true to herself.

Kevin's affections toward her were understandable.

"I thought you endured all that bullying just to climb the social ladder here. But what about Mr. Graham? I heard you were initially introduced to him on a blind date," the male designer inquired as he worked.

"Well, Mr. Graham is already married, so let's not dwell on it," Irene replied.

She simply favored men with Sean's demeanor.

Whether it was Sean or someone else, it mattered little to her.

If another exceptional man like Sean were to emerge one day, with a similar background, she would endeavor to match his caliber and vie for his attention.

She saw no fault in striving for an exceptional partner.

As discussions ensued, a security guard arrived with takeout, presenting an array of dishes.

Everyone expressed their gratitude to Irene, basking in her glory.

Irene abstained from eating, engrossed in her own design work.

At L.Moon, only a handful of designers remained; those engaged in the competition resumed their designing efforts, while others who didn't meet the criteria continued their work in the company's studio, offering mutual support as they progressed.