Chapter 34 You Can’t Get Divorced

"Dad, I'm sorry. I have already thought about this..."

Charles's fist hit the table, making a sound.

"Don't tell me this. The matter is still undecided. But you just want to get a divorce. No way! After the
New Year is over, get back to New Zealand..."

After Charles said, Wilson didn't speak for a long time.

Sean turned around. When he was about to leave, he heard the old man shouting inside, "What are
you sneakily standing at the door? Come in!"

...

It was not uncommon that Wilson was older than Sean 14 years.

The Charles family originally had three children, but the youngest daughter committed suicide when
she was 19 years old. She burnt charcoal in the apartment to kill herself for a man of heartlessness.

For the Charles family, the blow was undoubtedly fatal.

But even so, both Wilson and Sean made Charles worry.

Wilson had been married for many years, but he never had a child. Now, he was nearly 50 years old.

Sean was not in a hurry. It seemed that he didn’t want to get married in a short time.

Charles was getting older day by day. The neighbors and comrades-in-arms who was the same age as
him even had great grandchildren, but his two sons didn’t have any children.

In the study, Charles vented all the anger on Sean.



Sean closed his mouth tightly, but he still didn't mention the marriage.

...

After dinner, Sean stood alone on the balcony and smoked.

In the living room, Rachel was tactfully refusing the intention of Belle to let her stay overnight.

Belle said to Sean who was at the balcony. Sean didn't seem to hear her. He stood in front of the
French window with his back to the living room. Others didn’t know what he was thinking.

Belle wanted to call Sean over, but was stopped by Rachel.

Rachel said with a smile, "Ma'am, no need. Sean was so busy recently. He even had no time to rest. I
can go back by myself. Just let him rest earlier."

Faced with such a sensible and well-behaved future daughter-in-law, Belle was very pleased. She
nodded, touched Rachel's head, and said, "Well, I'll let Bishop drive you back."

Rachel smiled and nodded.

Before leaving, Rachel went to the balcony to say goodbye to Sean.

Sean put out the smoke and got up to walk her out.

Outside the gate, Wilson stood alone in the yard, talking on his cell phone, with his head down and his
face a little dignified.

"I'll talk about this when I go back... Well, I know..." Wilson's tone was calm. But he frowned tightly.

Sean took Rachel past him.



"Brother..." Rachel greeted Wilson softly.

Wilson raised his head, smiled and nodded to Rachel. He watched her and Sean go out, then lowered
his head to continue talking on the phone.

...

After Sean saw Rachel go into the car, he returned to the yard alone.

Wilson's phone call had been finished. He was standing next to a big tree with one hand in his pocket.
He was flicking the end of his cigarette on the ground and wiping it out with the tip of his shoe.

When he looked up, he saw Sean coming back. He gestured to let Sean come over.

Sean walked up to him a few steps, "Brother."

Wilson nodded, and took two cigarettes out of the cigarette case. One was handed to Sean, and the
other was kept for himself.

Sean took the cigarette, put it into his mouth, and lowered his head to light it.

Looking up at his elder brother, he knew that his brother had something to ask him...

On Wednesday, Edward came to CJ Villa to change the medicine on Emma's wrist and ankle for the
last time.

The two of them didn’t speak during the whole process. Even when they looked at each other, both of
them didn’t know what to say.

Edward carried the medicine box and went downstairs. Emma grimaced and stuck her tongue out
behind him. This scene was seen by Sean.



In the living room, Edward drank a cup of coffee and glanced up to the second floor, "This little girl! She
rolled her eyes at me. I didn't offend her."

Sean raised his head to glance at him, then retracted his gaze, without saying a word.

Flora had just walked back from the outside with Nunu. When she passed the living room, she asked
by the way, "Mr. Knight, Miss Powell said that she wanted to eat braised shrimp for dinner. I have to ask
you can she eat it?"

"No oil. You can boil it..." Sean said with a calm expression on his face.

Edward, who was sitting aside, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He got up, picked up the car key, and
walked to the door.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to look back, “It’s okay to have fun with her. However, I advise you not
to let her go too far. If Rachel knows it, it will be not good for you..."

"..."

At the dinner table, Emma was in a good mood.

Sean came back here at night these days. Although they didn't talk too much, as long as he stayed in
this house, Emma felt at ease.

Emma put a whole plate of boiled shrimp in front of her. Her hands were covered with shrimp oil.

A few big shrimps were eaten, she was very satisfied.

She picked the largest one from the plate, peeled off the shell of the shrimp neatly, and put it to Sean's
mouth, "Eat one? It's very fresh..."



Sean paused, and looked down at her hand.

Emma's hands were beautiful, with fair skin and slender fingers. The orange-red shrimp oil stained her
fingertips. The pink shrimp was held by her. It looked a little bit more playful.

Thinking that Sean would be disgusted her, Emma withdrew her hand dejectedly.

Just when she was about to throw the shrimp into her mouth, Sean grabbed her wrist.

Emma raised her head with a look of astonishment. The next moment, the shrimp between her thumb
and index finger was already bitten into his mouth by Sean.

Emma's movements were stiff. She blinked her eyes. She forgot to withdraw her hand, so she just held
it in the air so stupidly.

After a while, Sean glanced at her who was stiff, and said coldly, "You have eaten a lot today..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ordered Flora to remove the plate of shrimp in front of
Emma...

Emma's mouth was wide open. She was so sad. No words could describe her depressed mood at this
time.

On Monday.

Emma sat cross-legged on the big bed and had a meeting with Nunu.

Nunu's head was lying on Emma's legs. His tongue drooped outside, panting heavily.

Emma stared at Nunu earnestly, and grabbed his ears, "Hey, do you think Joey is really angry with me
this time? He hasn’t called me for a few days... Should I go to apologize to him?"



Nunu raised his head and glanced at her with a dull expression on his face.


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