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 then this

reproachful look. She quickly asked Julie to hold

you hurt, Sean? I’m sorry, Abigail’s a klutz. She

an elder, she got scared when she

looking gloomy.

a tissue and wiped his shirt dry. He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright. We’ll just get

do it. She’s familiar with this.” Analise quickly smiled to ease

his greasy shirt and pants, and he felt like

huddled closer to Analise, and they ordered

off his clothes and sniffed

the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams

gas.

“I’m

I panicked a little when the fire got so high.” Abigail thought she had made a mountain out of a molehill, but at that moment, she was worried Sean might get scalded, so she picked up the basin and doused the

and then he cleaned the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes in the

the more I wanna smack you,‘

the kitchen, and

making their order. Analise looked at Abigail, a little resigned. “He’s so nice to you. And you can cook too. What was

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

her down. Abigail came into the room and locked the door. She slowly went to the bathroom