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 a smile,

about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly stopped her.

I’ll bring it to you and

Abigail stole a look at the

that Dahlia would realize what was happening if she was

a quick decision–pinching

which part she had

Sean’s expressionless face winced

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on the bed and extended his hands to Dahlia. “Pass

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

turned rigid for a second, and his

on the bedside table next to him,

the spoon, and

was speechless and confused. Frankly, she

to do and looked him in the

shifting his gaze from her

that he wasn’t going to put it

a pretentious person and had sincerely loved him

she still found it a little awkward to be

it was the first

but her heart still fluttered against her chest. On

her that Sean now

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would help her, she thought about it

don’t like to eat

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in dismay as the pudding that

end up in her mouth

“Oh, it’s only this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

in his

and ate the pudding

that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave until she

sitting and facing the same direction,

while holding

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

with the sugary liquid from the

ripe peach

he held the spoon still in the air for a while. “Is