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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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

hair, she greeted Dahlia with a smile, “Hi,

get out of bed when Dahlia

I’ll bring it to

a look at the blankets

realize what was happening if she was

came to a quick decision–pinching Sean hard

part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a

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of her actions, and blood rushed

extended his hands to Dahlia.

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it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed her,

rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked.

table next to

spoon, and delivered

was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t

and looked

brows, shifting his gaze from her

wasn’t going to put

pretentious person and had sincerely loved

still found it a

since it was the first time.

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

reminding her that Sean now belonged

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help her,

don’t like to eat in

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the pudding that

up in her mouth and hurriedly

it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean

in his

the pudding Sean was

wasn’t going to leave until she

and facing the same direction, Sean

face while holding

and soft, just like satin, and her

sugary liquid from the dessert,

ripe

as he held the spoon still in the air for a