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 say.” Astrid’s

that, both of them headed

I felt really uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it

mocking Kathleen! But she’s

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

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

think there’s anything wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t

her job was tough, but there was no need for her to insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She

was. She even said her hands are rough because of her job. Obviously, she was mocking

began

comments as his expression turned

shooting went

the production team told them that some special guests would be coming for dinner that night

mention how special the

nervous at that piece of

who do you think the

her head. “I

know who

replied, “Why would I know

her a

dinner alone tonight?” Nancy asked

hesitated for

dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great cook. I have the potential to be a good wife

a good wife and

tiring if you handle everything alone. You and Kathleen

I heard that Kathleen’s a great cook. I shall take the opportunity to learn from her!” Astrid agreed readily. “Kathleen, please

dishes for dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly. “What do

pause, Astrid replied,

you sometime later,” Kathleen assured her with a grin. “I promise I’ll teach you everything

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

at Astrid and

and went to the kitchen

Astrid went after her.

“What a wide kitchen. I just realized that there is a