I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 13

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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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

blanket. An unreadable, dark look

“Come in,”

climbed out of the blankets. After she

she greeted Dahlia with

about to get out of bed when Dahlia hurriedly

to you and take it away once you’re

at the blankets which were not

Dahlia would realize what was happening

to a quick decision–pinching Sean hard under

idea which part she had pinched, but it was hard and

expressionless face

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recipient of her actions, and blood

extended

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to him as instructed. “Okay, you

for a second, and

the tray on the bedside table next

with the spoon, and

point, Abigail was speechless and confused. Frankly, she didn’t

Sean was expecting her to do and looked him in the eyes steadily.

her face to the spoon and

that he wasn’t going to put

a pretentious person and had sincerely

still found it a little

especially since it was

pretense, but her heart still fluttered against her chest. On the

was reminding her that Sean

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help her, she thought about

don’t like to eat

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the

didn’t end up in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr.

in his

and ate the pudding Sean was feeding her

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