I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 647 Ten More Minutes of Rest

However, they were greeted with the task of helping in the kitchen. Abigail could
not help but think they did not come here for medical treatment but rather to
experience the countryside life.

After finishing their meal, she and Sean were exhausted. There were no
convenient facilities for washing up here, but fortunately, Ronaldo had made
arrangements beforehand. There was solar power and a makeshift bathroom,
although they had to conserve water and fetch it after usage.

At 9:30 a.m., they lay together on the relatively spacious bed. Her arms felt like
they were about to break. “I'm starting to have second thoughts. Maybe I should
just leave you here alone.”

“When disaster strikes, everyone flees for safety, right?” Sean looked at her.
Abigail had done a lot of work that day while he had not exerted much effort. His
hands were blistered and still quite painful.

“Let's sleep... I'm tired.” She closed her eyes, thinking about the unknown things
that awaited them tomorrow, which worried her.

From dealing with L.Moon’s affairs until now, she had never gone to bed this
early.

Sean looked at her profile, feeling content and at ease in his heart. It was so
miraculous that even he could not understand it. No matter how good his
relationship with her was in Capitalis and Pendorf, it had never been like today,
giving him a completely new sense of peace.

He could not figure out why, but he felt that today was somehow different. Most
likely, they were just too tired. As such, he did not dwell on it for long before
falling asleep.

The next day, around 5:30 a.m., they were awakened by Alice, living a life similar
to military training. They had to water Alice’s vegetables in the morning and weed
the garden. The couple divided the tasks, with her watering the vegetables and
him pulling out the weeds... They were busy until 8:30 a.m., then returned on
time for breakfast.

Walking on the morning road, Abigail swung her sore hand and felt the dampness
of the morning dew enveloping her, refreshing her whole body. However, she still
found this rural life challenging. Although she had done a lot of housework with
Analise since she was young, it had never been this hard.

Meanwhile, Sean was already too tired to speak. As a young master, he had
always lived a life of luxury, and his grandfather had never made him do any
heavy work. No matter how much work or pressure he had in his job, it had never
been as tough as it was now, planting a seed of thought in him to escape back to
Capitalis.

“I'm thinking of leaving you behind and letting you live here on your own.” When
they were almost at Alice’s house, Abigail suddenly voiced out.

Sean sighed. “I guess I'll have to fly back, too, the day after you leave... I could
hold on as long as you were here, but without you, I can't last a second.”

Those days would be unbearable.

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“Although people should share hardships, I think this kind of difficulty is
something you have to solve on your own.” Abigail now regretted having a
conscience and accompanying him through such hardship.

“You should still stay and take care of my emotional state. I feel exhausted...
When weeding, I was thinking maybe I should secretly buy a ticket and take you
away with me...” His voice was low, and he still had dirt on his fingers. He was
feeling depressed.

“Forget it. Your life is more important,” she whispered.

Now, even if it was tough, they had to endure it. It was only two years after all.
He stopped talking. Indeed, Abigail wanted him to get better, so even if it was
difficult now, they had to tolerate it.

Back at Alice's house, breakfast was already prepared. It was noodle soup
cooked with beef bones. After finishing their meal, the couple took off their
jackets because it was too hot.

“You used up all the water while washing up last night. Today, you have to figure
out how to store water yourselves. During typhoon season, you can't go out to
fetch water. By then, you won't even have water to drink,” Alice told the two
before leaving the house.

The couple was at a loss.

After she left, Abigail and Sean surveyed the village and discovered there was no
running water, only well water. They could not go out during typhoon season.
While Alice could survive with a barrel of water, it would not be enough for the
three of them.

Back at the house, he lay on the recliner in the backyard, comfortably squinting
his eyes. Abigail sat by the stone table in the yard, using her tablet to search for
ways to conveniently fetch water.

“I think we can dig a well in Alice’s backyard,” she suggested to him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her with a lazy gaze. “But we have to ask
Alice's permission. I just thought about it. Why not consider installing a pipeline to
connect the well water to her house?”

“Isn't that too much? Drawing water from the well also requires electricity. Can we
go to the well during typhoon season to connect to a power source?” she asked
him.

“This kind of project isn’t my expertise.” He smiled. He had invested in a resort
and knew exactly how

to connect water sources.

She nodded. “Alright, you can discuss it with Alice, but we need to fetch water
now. We ran out of water yesterday and don’t have water left for cooking lunch.”
As soon as Sean heard that they had to work, his face immediately fell. “Wait a
moment,” he said, closing his eyes again and pretending to be dead.

Abigail stood up and walked over to his side, grabbing his hand, and pulling him
up. “What if Alice returns later and gets angry because, there’s no water? Hurry
up!”

“Just ten more minutes of rest...” He lazily refused to get up from the chair.