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

was about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

bring it to you and take

stole a look at the blankets which were not

what was happening if she was

decision–pinching

had pinched, but it was hard

expressionless face

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actions, and blood

on the bed and extended his

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instructed.

a second,

the bedside table next to him, picked up the

the spoon, and delivered

was speechless

do and looked him in the

her face

wasn’t going to put it

pretentious person

found it a little awkward to

it was the first time.

pretense, but her heart still fluttered against

her that Sean now belonged

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didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she thought about it

don’t like

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had already

mouth and hurriedly tried to

only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

food in

breathed deeply and ate the pudding Sean

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she had

the same direction,

face while

soft, just like satin,

the dessert, giving off a

like a ripe

spoon still in the air for a while. “Is