I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 107 Nice Straw You Have There

Excited, the audience started donating in droves. The chatroom was exploding with all kinds of messages and donations. Sean ate slowly, and he would frown from time to time. He had never eaten octopus tentacles before, nor had he ever cooked any, but he was a good cook. He thought the food was good, but it was not as good as his usual seafood. Maybe they put too much seasoning.

Abigail noticed the frown, and she explained, “That’s how it is with barbecue. Seasoning is king. It’s not as good as authentic seafood, but a lot of people like it. It’s stress relieving eating this.”

Sean flipped the skews around. He asked calmly, “Do you like barbecue, then?”

Abigail paused for a moment, then she said, “It’s alright.”

Sean looked down. Naturally, he said, “What kind of food do you prefer? I’ll make them for you.”

A strange feeling welled in Abigail’s heart, but then she was reminded of everything Sean did for Joan, and that feeling died. Coolly, she said, “Anything’s fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Sean looked at her, but he said nothing more. Abigail was silent, and so was Sean. She stood beside Sean, sprinkling seasoning onto the barbecued food before placing them on the table. It looked sweet from the outside, but Abigail knew that everything she and Sean were doing was just an act for them to de–escalate the situation.

He stepped back for Joan, while she did it for the prize money and Victor. They were acting like they were in love for the camera all to assuage the guilt they had for each other. They wanted to act

gave it a bit of thought

If

join the show and put

things were getting a bit awkward

asked, “How’s Miss

nothing. It’ll heal up tomorrow,”

more. Sean frowned. He wondered why Abigail

mad? Sean felt parched,

of soda.”

at her. He put the kebabs onto the plate beside him and grabbed Abigail’s hand. He sucked on the straw and took

bit of food at the moment. Sean approached the longest table on the set, holding his soda. Abigail placed a kebab

seat and sipped on his soda. Abigail took a look, and she thought it looked awkward. She took a seat beside Luna. Luna huddled closer to her. “Feeling hot? I’ll crack open a cold one

you.”

really.” Abigail’s lips were dry. While Sean was grilling, she had to move around

food. There wasn’t any time to drink at

and gave her some ice. Abigail took it

up a kebab and munched on it. That eased her up. “Nice afternoon tea. Must be

relaxed session so

relaxed, but someone isn’t. Cut her own hand