Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Forced Date

After sending Joan off, Sean found a hotel to stay in temporarily.

Since he made the trip to Ouisford, he didn’t plan on leaving so soon.

Abigail returned to her hotel after dinner. Then, she received a text from Sean.

‘Have you checked the contents of the envelope yet?‘

‘I haven’t had the time to. Don’t make a habit of texting me.’

Abigail’s rejection was clear and to the point.

‘Let’s meet up and

talk. I heard the historical part of Ouisford is a good place to visit at night.’ Sean/sent another text.

Abigail frowned as she read Sean’s text. After a while, she typed out her response.

‘What’s this? Are you in a hurry to meet your ex–

wife now that your mistress has left? Is there something wrong with you? Do you think I don’t need to sl

eep at night? Do you think I don’t have work to do tomorrow?‘

She couldn’t put up with Sean anymore. We’ve already gotten a divorce. What’s he up to now?

‘Joan isn’t my mistress. You saw it yourself, and you even got mad, so why are you saying this?‘

I knew it, Abigail thought. Sean always knew what was happening. He simply never said anything.

She responded to his text. ‘I’m not upset because of Joan. I just think it’s not worth any kind of genuine

relationship with the likes of you!

Naturally, she didn’t pity Joan, who nearly caused Analise’s death. Nevertheless, she truly hoped Sean

wasn’t the kind of person she thought he was.

‘Are you coming or not? I know a few things about the Pearsons and the Davidsons. If you’re intereste

d in hearing what I have to say, I’ll have Cameron pick you up.’

Based on Sean’s text, Abigail got the hint that Eric and Josh might not have approached her solely to fi

nd the Pearsons‘ missing daughter.

There was a historical street in Ouisford that was often packed at night.

History buffs often came to take photos in the historical setting. It was also a popular tourist attraction.

Of course, some came purely for the food and just to walk along the street.

When Abigail got out of the car, she saw Sean standing at the entrance to the street. With his tall

figure and attractive looks, he caught the attention of numerous women.

Abigail was wearing a mask. She approached Sean with a frown. There was a hint of disdain in her

eyes.

Why didn’t he wear a mask?

Sean glanced at her mask before quirking his eyebrows and asking teasingly, “Are you afraid that some

one would see us? We’ve gotten a divorce. There’s no need to hide anymore.”

“If you asked me to come over to listen to your irrelevant comments, I can get right back into the car an

d leave.” Abigail pulled her mask down. She felt a little uncomfortable.

She had never visited a busy place like this with Sean before. There were too many people around her,

and many were staring at them because of his physical appearance.

Abigail didn’t like being the center of attention.

“They’re not irrelevant comments,” Sean said while taking her hand.

“Let go.” Abigail’s gaze turned icy at once.

Sean glanced at her, but he let go anyway.

“Can we no longer hold hands just because we’re divorced?” There was a hint of a smile on his face.

Abigail’s face was emotionless. “One more comment like this, and I’m leaving.”

“Come. I booked a place where we can talk.” Sean ignored her fury and strode off.

They entered a store with vintage decor and went up to the second floor. They sat by the window. Whe

n Abigail looked out, she saw a small river with boats floating along the water.

The server brought up a pot of tea, as well as some fruits and other snacks.

Abigail felt herself calming down.

The server lit up a scented candle and left a warm light on before leaving the private room and heading

back downstairs.

The atmosphere became rather romantic.

Abigail picked up a piece of dried fruit and asked, “What do you want to say to me?”

“It wasn’t a coincidence that Lexie Chambers suddenly found fault with you guys.” Sean poured Abigail

a cup of tea.

Cameron stumbled across this when he was looking into the Davidsons and the Pearsons.

Abigail paused. Frowning, she asked, “Does this mean it was the Pearsons and the Davidsons who w

anted to force me into admitting my identity?”

“I don’t know the reason for that yet, but I can confirm that’s the case. Eric knew

all along that you were Alana. You never changed your ringtone, right?” Sean said before sipping his te

a.

Abigail nodded.

Sean continued, “Do you remember the gown you designed for Miss Barton?”

“Yes.” Abigail met the award–

winning actress herself and designed the gown based on the latter’s appearance.

“While you and Miss Barton were talking, Eric was in the room beside hers. He even saw you himself. Y

ou took a call while you were with Miss Barton. Do you remember when that was?” Sean spoke slowly.

“May 18th, two years ago,” Abigail answered.

“Check Eric’s Twitter. See when he posted about Where the River Ends,” Sean said.

Abigail didn’t check. The answer was clear.

“Why did Lexie and the others want my identity to be exposed?” Abigail asked in confusion.

Sean nudged the plate of watermelon over to her. “Eat up. We can talk slowly. There’s no rush.”

“You’re not the one who’s affected, so of course you’re not in

a rush,” Abigail responded in dissatisfaction.

“The Pearsons and the Davidsons are keen to form a marriage alliance. Both families agreed to the ma

rriage arrangement.”

Though Sean knew it was cruel to tell Abigail these things, he couldn’t bear to see her feeling touched

by their protectiveness and returning to the Pearson Family, only to be forced into marriage for the sak

e of the marriage alliance.