Divorce Anxiety

Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.

Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.

Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.

Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.

Christopher let out a cold snort.

Is he saying that I’m overthinking?

Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.

“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.” Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.

Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let me know if I do anything wrong!”

“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”

“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up coming home.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.

She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s privacy.

Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”

“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”

“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.

Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.

Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”

Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”

you

them

uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it only

mocking Kathleen! But she’s way better

was just lamenting how hard her life used to be. I can’t

honest. She revealed her identity outright so that Kathleen wouldn’t misunderstand

remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her job was

insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She isn’t

Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her

netizens began arguing

the comments as his

shooting went on

told them that some special guests would be coming for dinner that night and they should pay extra attention to those

team didn’t mention how special

nervous at that

deliberately, “Kathleen, who do you think the customers would

head.

know who

voice was calm as she replied, “Why would

her a sidelong

Kathleen prepare dinner alone tonight?”

for

mind, I can prepare dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great cook.

a good wife and mother? Is that something that

you handle everything alone. You and Kathleen should work together,”

take the opportunity to learn from her!” Astrid agreed readily.

own signature dishes for dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly. “What

a pause, Astrid

with a

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

a look at

and went to the kitchen

Astrid went after her.

I just realized that there is