I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 13

After Abigail finished washing up, she placed the blankets on the couch and

snuggled in when a knock came at the door. She jerked upright with a

bounce as she whispered urgently to Sean, who was in bed, “Did you lock the

door?”

Sean narrowed his eyes at her and asked loudly, “What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Sean, it’s me,” Dahlia said. “Old Mrs. Graham prepared some pudding

earlier and would like you to try some. I’ll be coming in now if you’re still

awake.”

The knob turned and opened with a click.

Abigail literally jumped up from the couch and stuffed the blankets under the

bed while Dahlia was passing through the corridor into the bedroom area.

After that, she flipped open Sean’s blankets and slipped in like a fish. The

moment she slipped in, she accidentally hit his chest and they both grunted.

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Chapter 131 Don’t Like to Eat in Bed

This noise sounded amorous at night, and Dahlia stopped abruptly while

walking in. Then, she asked tentatively, “Mr. Sean and Ms. Abigail… May I come

in?”

Sean gritted his teeth as he glanced at the head with the top sexposed

hidden beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his eyes.

“Come in,”

Abigail played along and climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened

greeted Dahlia

to get out of bed when

bring it to

look at the blankets which were not completely

that Dahlia would realize what was

a quick decision–pinching Sean hard

part she had pinched, but it was hard

Sean’s expressionless face winced for

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recipient of her actions, and

and extended his hands

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him as instructed. “Okay, you can

a second, and

the bedside table next to him, picked up the

pudding with the spoon, and delivered

was speechless

her to do and looked him

shifting his gaze from her face

he wasn’t going

person and had

a little awkward to be so lovey–dovey

of others, especially since it

heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that Sean now belonged

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expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it

don’t like

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as the pudding that

up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to

Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean

in

breathed deeply and ate the

wasn’t going to leave until she had the pudding.

and facing the

while holding

soft, just like satin, and

liquid from the dessert, giving

ripe peach

gulped discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for a