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

she greeted Dahlia with a smile, “Hi,

to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped

out. I’ll bring it to you and take it away once you’re

a look at the blankets

what was

to a quick decision–pinching Sean

which part she had pinched, but it was hard and even

Sean’s expressionless face winced

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recipient of her actions, and

the bed and extended

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him as instructed. “Okay,

turned rigid for a second, and his thin lips smirked. Then,

tray on the bedside table next to him, picked

spoon, and delivered it

point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly,

expecting her to do and looked him in

shifting his gaze from her face

that he wasn’t going to

wasn’t a pretentious person and had

she still found it a

it

a pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that

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

before saying, “I don’t like

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in dismay as the pudding

mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

Don’t fuss

food in

breathed deeply and ate the pudding Sean was feeding

going to leave until she had

were sitting and facing the

her face while holding

was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her cherry–red

with the sugary liquid from the dessert, giving off a glossy shine

like a ripe

as he held the spoon still