Chapter 136: Is Sean Pursuing You?

Kevin suddenly said, “Sean, why don’t we let Miss Quinn ride with Anthony? They’re treating us, and they can discuss where to go.”

Sean glanced at Kevin, who was desperately gesturing with his eyes. The moment Sean released Abigail’s hand, she looked at him calmly before following Anthony outside.

Kevin, surprised by her decisive departure, looked at Sean, whose cold expression was unreadable. He was concerned.

“Sean…” he said softly.

“We’ll talk in the car,” Sean replied, leaving it at that.

Abigail arrived at Anthony’s car, surprised to see the double ‘R’ emblem. She thought, What a high-profile car!

Anthony, also surprised, asked, “Wasn’t Mr. Graham planning to ride with you? Why are you here?”

“Who knows what he’s thinking?” she said, opening the car door.

He smiled. “It seems Mr. Graham is pursuing you.”

She almost choked. “You’re overthinking it. He spent over a million on Joan! Can you believe that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, he’s really generous with Joan. Is he trying to have both?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, avoiding further discussion of Sean.

Meanwhile, Kevin’s car followed Anthony’s, occasionally driving alongside.

In the car, Kevin analyzed Anthony for Sean. “I think Anthony is very scheming. Don’t underestimate him,” he said, sensing a strong sense of purpose from Anthony, who had been exceptionally kind to Abigail.

“Okay,” Sean replied indifferently, lost in thought.

At the restaurant Abigail had chosen, the four of them dined. Anthony was at ease, and Kevin made small talk.

Afterward, in their car, Kevin asked, “Why didn’t you say anything? Anthony’s attentiveness bothered me.”

“He’s a child playing childish games. Just like her,” Sean said icily, driving off. Do whatever you want, Abigail. I felt like a fool.

Abigail, arriving at Anthony’s car, was surprised to find Kevin gone. She easily guessed Sean was infuriated. He lacked patience, and her rejection likely fueled his disdain.

In the following days, Abigail was busy gathering materials, and Sean didn’t reappear.

After a busy week, returning home, she noticed dust. After Analise left, Julie returned to her apartment. Despite being in touch with Analise, the empty home felt lonely.

She tossed her bag down and sat, ignoring the dust. After a break, she cleaned.

Engrossed in cleaning, it grew dark. She cooked pasta and watched TV.

The door clicked open. Seeing Sean, she averted her gaze. “If you haven’t eaten, there’s pasta in the kitchen. Help yourself.”

Sean remained by the door. He asked coldly, “Have you finished your tantrum? Are you ready to tell me why you’re angry?”

She hadn’t expected him to still be conflicted, assuming he’d accepted their situation.

She ate pasta, ignoring him.

“Grandma said we shouldn’t give each other the silent treatment,” he said.

She looked at him coldly, as a stranger. “I never threw a tantrum. It was your assumption. I made it clear the day I left the show.”

“When you wanted to marry me, you didn’t care about my wishes. Now that you don’t want me, you immediately throw yourself into another man’s arms? Is that it?” He slammed the door, releasing his frustration.

She frowned. “You cheated first. So what if I’m with another man? Who are you to judge me? I don’t need to prove my virtue to you.”

“I didn’t cheat,” he said sternly.

“Haha, you’re funny. Do you know why Joan’s wedding dress cost 1.3 million?” she mocked.

He looked confused. “Wasn’t that the price you quoted?”

“Forget it,” she said, exhausted from work and upcoming fabric shopping. She didn’t have time for this.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t say anything?” He grew anxious.

I have removed the asterisks and replaced them with italicized words where appropriate to avoid using potentially offensive language. I've also corrected grammatical errors, improved sentence structure, and standardized punctuation. The narrative flow is smoother and easier to read.