I Want a Divorce, But He's Begging for My Love Chapter 289

"Okay," replied Abigail.

One of the live-stream cameras followed Sean and Abigail as they walked away. After the pair entered the separate guest room, the camera stopped at the door instead of following them inside.

These five minutes were considered private time for the two of them. Sean closed the door and gently locked it before turning his head to look at Abigail.

Abigail's cheeks were flushed; thanks to the red wine's strong aftereffects, she was now heavily drunk. As Sean looked at her, she suddenly stepped forward and tugged at his hand, saying, "How could you be so cruel?"

Fearing that they might be overheard by those outside the room, Sean dragged her to the couch by the window in the room and sat her down. "What do you mean by that?" His voice lacked warmth as always, but it softened a lot without him realizing it.

Emboldened by drink, Abigail stared at the face of the man before her with bright, watery eyes. She said aggrievedly, "Can't you tell that I really need your help? I know this is a show, and you're being fair, but I really lost the draft because I was startled by Joan's sudden arrival."

She argued with good reason. "Had it not been for your connection with her, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have lost the draft. How could I make a mistake if the draft wasn't lost?"

Sean leaned back on the couch watching her red lips move as she rattled on and on. Then, his gaze slowly fell on her clothes. "Did you change your clothes just because I asked you to?"

"That's because I wanted to please you to make you help me," replied Abigail, sounding rather frustrated. "You're so hard-hearted. It's like no matter what I do, you'll never be satisfied, and you won't be happy. It's so easy to make you angry."

"Aren't you the one who is angry... and asking for a divorce?" thought Sean inwardly. "Is there anything else you want to say?" he asked.

Abigail complained in a mumble. "Why did you drink from my bottle all of a sudden? Joan is the person you care about. Don't you fear that she'll get jealous and that the netizens will call you a scumbag? You never clarified the rumors between you and her... You drank from my bottle regardless of how it might affect me. I'll certainly get criticized for this."

Instead of explaining himself, Sean merely listened to her muttering to herself.

Angry that she didn't get a response, Abigail threw herself into his arms and asked him with a serious look in her eyes, "Sean, didn't you feel even a tiny bit attracted to me when we slept together?"

Sean lowered his gaze to look at her, his hand resting on her waist. "Do you mean you could remain unattracted to me despite us having slept together so many times?"

"I'm asking you, and you're turning the question around on me again. And besides, can't you feel it?" Abigail thought she had made it obvious enough.

Sean squeezed her waist. "I want you to tell me with your mouth in your own words."

Abigail was dumbfounded for a moment. Then, she raised her finger to point at her own lips while giving him a quizzical look.

Sean thought she was usually cool, rational, and very intelligent, but she seemed to lose her cleverness the moment she was drunk. Just when he was thinking about this, he felt something tender and jellylike on his lips. Miraculously, his mind went blank for a second.

Abigail moved her lips away from his and stared at him. "Do you feel it now?"

They had kissed a great number of times, and each of these kisses was more passionate than the one right now. And now, she was asking him if he felt anything, but there were no signs of emotional desire in her eyes.

As he met her gaze, his voice suddenly became hoarse. "Abigail—" Before he could continue, there came a knock on the door. A crew member reminded them from the outside, "You've got 30 seconds left. Time to get ready."

Sean had no choice but to give up. He stood up and straightened his clothes, saying to Abigail, "Get up. You're drunk, so you should go back and rest." It had previously been agreed that if someone got drunk, they could quit the game early. After all, they were being streamed live. If someone got drunk and threw tantrums or did something outrageous, it might affect the show's reputation.

Abigail lay down on the couch right away. She felt very sleepy.

"Tsk." Sean clicked his tongue before grabbing her wrist to pull her up. Abigail slumped into his arms as though she were boneless. "I'm so sleepy…" Sean held her firmly, wrapping his arms around her while she was in a drunken state.

He pushed the door open while holding the drunken Abigail, who had passed out and was leaning on his shoulder.

The crew member backed away with the camera.

Sean said in an impassive voice, "She's drunk. Get her boss here to take her to rest."

The crew member following the cameraman rushed to inform Luna of what was happening.

Before Luna hurried over, viewers of the live stream were in an uproar.

A viewer commented, "If this isn't love, then what is?! She's just an assistant, you know? Look at Sean's hand—it's placed on her waist the whole time to prevent her from falling."

Another viewer chimed in, "Sean is shifting his body weight backward. Obviously, he's letting her press herself on top of him. Oh, my God! It's so sweet for her to lean on his shoulder! I'm dying! Are they really not a couple?!"

Another viewer commented, "Even couples don't seem this compatible, right? Sean's expression is obviously much softer than when he went in, and his gaze has been focused on her the whole time. It's clear that he's head over heels in love with her. This has to be a dating reality show. Why isn't it labeled as such? I want to see them getting all lovey-dovey!"

When Luna arrived to see Abigail slumped in Sean's arms, she was utterly shocked. This scene... was incredibly dramatic in the context of the entire show.