I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 165

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 l*p. 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 ma*saged 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.

Sean picked up a napkin from the side and wiped his hands. “Indeed, they are.”

“You’re a pervert,” Abigail scolded, her face reddening.

Inattentive, she dipped her legs in too quickly, causing her b*dy to jolt from the scalding heat. As a result, she accidentally kicked the basin over.

The water splashed toward Sean’s legs.

“Abigail!” he roared, unable to bear the pain.

Abigail rolled to the corner of the couch, clutching a cushion. “Who told you to chat with me when I needed to concentrate…”

Sean quickly kicked off his shoes. After getting scalded, his face reddened. He grabbed his soaking pants and rolled up the hems.

Only when the pain subsided did he glare at Abigail. “Was this intentional?”

Abigail hugged the cushion, her face full of innocence. “It really wasn’t.”

Taking a deep breath, Sean took out his phone and messaged his a*sistant.

In no time, the a*sistant arrived.

“Get her another basin of hot water. It must be hotter this time. Then, have the hotel staff come and clean up the floor. You wait outside. There will be a food delivery later,” Sean said. suppressing his anger before leaving.

Abigail tucked her feet on the couch, smiling innocently at Sean’s a*sistant.

The a*sistant picked up the overturned basin from the floor and entered the bathroom.

Abigail soaked her feet, and the diligent a*sistant helped the hotel staff clean the room.