I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 94 Full Preparation

Sean knew no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t hold a pot that was almost filled with water

with one hand. The pot tilted, and the water, clams, and greens fell onto the cooktop. The fire was put out. Sean’s shirt, pants, and leather shoes were soiled by the grease and water. Clams and greens fell from the counter, and they clanged when they fell to the ground.

Abigail was holding the basin. She curled up a little as she retreated, staring at Sean in innocence.

and fear. Sean wanted to dunk the pot on her head. He glared at her. “Are you getting back at me?”

Abigail shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“You’d better not mean it, Abigail.” Sean, for once, got angry, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” Julie held Analise, and they came to the kitchen.

Abigail quickly said, “Just a little accident. It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”

Sean put the pot down. “I’ll order delivery.” He lost the mood to cook. In the first place, he only

something good to make Analise happy, and

a reproachful look. She quickly

Sean? I’m sorry,

carefully. Even though she was an elder, she got scared when she saw

looking gloomy.

wiped his shirt dry. He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright.

it. She’s familiar with this.”

shirt and pants, and he felt like

huddled closer to Analise,

wet patches off his clothes and sniffed around.

tissue and came to the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams and greens away. He quickly

gas.

“I’m

when the fire got so high.” Abigail thought she had made a mountain out of a molehill, but at that moment,

he cleaned the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes in the closet. Why don’t

the more I wanna smack you,‘ said Sean

finished cleaning the kitchen, and Sean

resigned. “He’s so

don’t talk about that anymore, Grandma.” She clutched her hair, looking dejected. A while of chatting later,

the room and locked the door. She slowly went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “What’s