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

Dahlia with

out of

to get out. I’ll bring it to you and take it

Abigail stole a look at the blankets which were not completely

certain that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

decision–pinching Sean hard

which part she had

fingers a little. Sean’s expressionless face winced for a second as he

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of her actions, and blood rushed

on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia.

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instructed.

a second, and his thin lips

table next to

pudding with the spoon,

speechless and

her to do and looked him

shifting his gaze from her face to the

going to

a pretentious person and had sincerely loved

it a little awkward to

in front of others, especially since it was the first time.

but her heart still fluttered against

her

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Sean would help her,

before saying, “I don’t

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watched in dismay as the pudding that had

in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

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

food in his

the

Dahlia wasn’t going to leave

and facing the same direction, Sean

face while holding

soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red

from the dessert, giving

like a ripe peach

still in the air for a