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,

was about to get out of bed

bring it to you and take it away

stole a look at the blankets which were not

Dahlia would realize what was

decision–pinching Sean

which part she had pinched, but

expressionless face winced for a second as

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actions, and blood rushed to

got up on the bed and extended his hands

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him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

for a second, and his thin lips smirked.

tray on the bedside table next to him, picked up

pudding with the spoon,

speechless and

and looked him

his brows, shifting his gaze from her face to the spoon and hinting

that he wasn’t going to

she wasn’t a pretentious person

whole years, she still found it a little awkward to be so lovey–dovey

others, especially since it

heart still fluttered against her

rationale was reminding her that Sean now belonged

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would help her, she thought about it for

saying, “I don’t like to eat

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as the pudding that had

her mouth and hurriedly

only this one time. Don’t fuss

food in

and ate the pudding Sean was

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to

the same direction, Sean would

while holding

and soft, just like satin,

liquid from the dessert,

a ripe peach under

discretely as he held the spoon still in the air for a while.