I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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

hidden beneath the blanket. An unreadable, dark look washed over his eyes.

“Come in,”

Abigail played along and climbed out of the blankets. After she straightened

she greeted Dahlia

to get out of

get out. I’ll bring it to you and take it

look at the blankets which were

realize what was happening

decision–pinching Sean hard

no idea which part she had

expressionless face winced for

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and blood rushed to his face. So,

the bed and extended his hands

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it to him as instructed. “Okay, you can feed

rigid for a second, and his thin lips

table next to him,

some pudding with the spoon, and

point, Abigail was speechless and confused.

do and looked him

her face to the

going to

pretentious person

still found it a little

in front of others, especially since it was the first time.

pretense, but her heart still fluttered

reminding her that Sean now belonged to

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didn’t expect that Sean would help her, she

saying, “I don’t

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dismay as the pudding that had already reached

in her mouth and hurriedly tried to smooth

this one time. Don’t fuss over it. Mr. Sean has never

food in his

the pudding

realized that Dahlia wasn’t going to leave

facing the same

while holding

was smooth and soft, just like satin, and her

the

a ripe

spoon still