I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 165 Sean Gets It Again

Josie affectionately leaned on Abigail’s shoulder. “The swelling has gone down. After we finish filming, I want to get a custom-made dress from your studio!”

“Sure!” Abigail replied with a wide smile.

Eric’s face looked rather grim.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail and saw Eric’s expression, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows. This guy used to keep his eyes on Abigail all day long, even sneaking glances at her during their runs. What was up with him today?

Sean, ever watchful of Eric, remained cautious.

Abigail hadn’t been in her room for long before Sean arrived. He had ordered food from outside, and it would be delivered soon.

The hotel provided meals for the crew, but Sean found it particularly unappetizing.

Sitting beside Abigail, he naturally took her hand. “I’m boiling hot water,” Abigail said, trying to pull her hand back.

The frostbite she had pricked were no longer swollen and didn’t itch too much. The hot water was mainly for soaking her feet, which she hadn’t had time for earlier. Now, they felt very uncomfortable even when she sat down.

“I’ll check. You stay put.” Sean got up without hesitation and headed to the bathroom.

Abigail bit her lip. In the past, she would have been thrilled, but now, she just found it ironic.

Sean returned with the hot water. He tested it with his hand, jolting back from the scalding heat. He frowned, saying, “This is too hot. Do you plan on making foot soup?

“It’ll be fine once I get used to it. Besides, this is my foot basin. Are you testing it with your hand?” Abigail said deliberately to disgust him.

Sean suddenly smirked. “I’ve massaged your feet before, and I didn’t mind. Now you’re repulsed by yourself?”

“I’m not repulsed by myself. My feet are perfectly nice feet,” Abigail said, preparing to soak her feel.

side and wiped his hands. “Indeed,

a pervert,” Abigail scolded, her

in too quickly, causing her body to jolt from the scalding heat. As

splashed toward Sean’s

he roared, unable

cushion. “Who told you to chat with me when I needed

After getting scalded, his face reddened. He grabbed his

the pain subsided did he glare at

hugged the cushion, her face full of innocence. “It

Sean took out his phone

no time, the assistant

this time. Then, have the hotel staff come and clean

tucked her feet on the couch, smiling innocently

basin from the

assistant

but the takeout

called the restaurant, he found out that the delivery was delayed due to the difficult

for the delivery.

it up. Just send me the address,” the assistant said

are slippery. Be careful. If it’s too dangerous, don’t

alright, Mrs. Graham. I’ll be careful driving,” the assistant

ahead and be

but in weather like this, don’t rush them. What

but don’t seem to care if I

shrank back,

changed his mind and gently touched her hair instead. “I was worried that

eat anything. I’m not picky,” Abigail

your hand,”