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.”

Whatever you

both of them headed down the

uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words.

way, too! She seemed to be mocking Kathleen! But she’s

just lamenting how hard her

honest. She revealed her identity outright so

with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her job was

insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its

commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are rough because of her

netizens began arguing

comments as his

went

coming for dinner that night and they should pay extra attention to those

production team didn’t mention how special the

at that

asked deliberately, “Kathleen, who do

her head. “I

thought you’d know who they

as she replied, “Why

gave her a

alone tonight?”

hesitated for a

offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great

be a good wife and mother? Is that something that

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

I shall take the opportunity to learn from her!”

dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly. “What do

a pause, Astrid

her with a

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

a look at Astrid and

and went to the kitchen to

Astrid went after her.

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