I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 731 You Don't Have Much Charm

Not only was Sean worried about Abigail, but he also felt powerless.

Why was he home? He wanted to accompany her since she was alone in a foreign country and in a dangerous situation.

"I know, and that's why I handled the situation and called you immediately. I promise this won't happen again," Abigail said, reassuring him again.

Compared to her uneasiness, she keenly felt that Sean's uneasiness was even stronger because he was far away and couldn't find out her situation, which made him anxious.

"Okay." Sean didn't want to make a big deal out of it since Abigail was an adult and capable of handling such unexpected situations. He felt that he was just too nervous.

Abigail didn't sleep all night, and after preparing breakfast in the morning, she waited for Martin with dark circles under her eyes.

When Martin entered the living room, he noticed that Abigail was in a bad mood and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Colleen, will you change my door lock?" Abigail was reluctant to mention that Andrew had entered her room, even though he might not feel ashamed about it.

Now that she was living here, she also had to consider Martin's feelings. If she were to tell him that his son sneaked into her room like a pervert in the middle of the night, it would damage his pride.

"Uh." However, Martin could already guess what happened.

Andrew was infatuated with Western women, and Abigail happened to be good-looking and had extraordinary elegance. Being a young man, he couldn't control himself.

"I'll talk to Andrew, and if he agrees, you can find someone to change the lock," Martin said and started to eat his breakfast.

Abigail unconsciously frowned. "Mr. Colleen, will you please respect my wishes?"

Martin looked helpless. "Ms. Quinn, although Andrew may not have strong emotions and is somewhat numb, we still need to consider his self-esteem."

"No, I'm a woman. If something happens to me, who will consider my self-esteem?" Abigail couldn't help but get angry.

"Ms. Quinn, you came here seeking our help voluntarily. From the beginning, you should have considered that living in a house with two men could be dangerous." Martin shrugged; clearly, he would take Andrew's side, and Abigail chortled in frustration.

"Fine, no need to change the lock. But if anything happens, don't say that I didn't warn you!" Abigail said, getting up and leaving.

Martin's mood worsened, and after finishing breakfast, he took Andrew to the yard to get some fresh air.

"Why can't you control yourself? Going into a woman's room in the middle of the night… What were you trying to do?" Martin asked angrily, restraining his anger.

Andrew remained silent for a moment. "I don't like seeing her so happy chatting with her fiancé. It's different when she's with us."

"Come on, they're a couple. Of course, they'll be happy chatting. Andrew, if you want her to be with you, you have to be patient. You have plenty of time and opportunities, but you chose the most inappropriate way that no woman would like." Martin couldn't help but feel that his son was clueless.

As the saying goes, "The one who is closer to the water tower gets the moon first." But he, on the other hand, got into trouble by being closer to the water tower—he wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with someone but got punched in the face instead.

Andrew seemed a bit distressed. "She has a fiancé. Doesn't that mean she belongs to someone else? She doesn't like me."

"You're not exactly a charming person, so how could she like you? Look up Sean and see what her fiancé looks like." Martin rubbed his forehead. "To be honest, there are many beautiful Western women without boyfriends. Why don't you find someone else?"

"Then, find someone better than her, and I'll switch." Andrew was acting like a child.

Martin grasped his son's shoulders firmly with a grave expression. "Promise me, don't act recklessly, alright? Don't enter her room at night because it will frighten her. She's a delicate woman, and women are like water—easily startled!"

Curious, Andrew earnestly asked, "What will happen once she gets scared?"

Martin sighed. "If she gets scared, she will lock the door tightly, regard you as an enemy, develop a strong dislike for you, and might even poison our food, endangering both of us!"

Filled with fear, Andrew lowered his gaze. "Should I apologize to her?"

"Apologize and assure her that you won't enter her room again. We must show her respect. She's a human being, and people deserve respect to be treated well." Although his son was foolish, he had a good heart.

"Alright, I will do that," Andrew replied softly.

Rising to his feet, Martin reassured Andrew, "There are countless beautiful women in the West. Once I succeed in my research and make money, we will go to Eswadia, and you will see a multitude of beauties, all different types."

Upon hearing this, Andrew started to daydream. "Then, I will apologize to her, and once everything is resolved, we can go to Eswadia together."