Sweet Divorce

When Liam Wilson heard what Rita Brown had said, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he violently stretched out his hands for her arms, "What did you say?"

"I say, I'm divorcing you!"

This time, Rita said with extraordinary firmness, and she wanted to shake off the hands on her arms. However, the man clasped her arms tightly.

Gazing at Rita, Liam was eager to see what she was planning in her mind, and his cold and sharp eyes were as if they might penetrate her skin to her heart.

Although he did not know well about Rita, he knew her deep-seated obsession with him.

No matter how he had snubbed and taunted her before, she was always passionate about him.

But today, she was asking for divorce!

It's really rare.

She tried hard to have sex with him, and even made Joey die of a car accident. Marrying him to become Mrs. Wilson and sharing his fortune and power was her goal for long time, wasn’t it?

But now, she suddenly mentioned to divorce. What did she mean?

"Well, what trick are you playing now?" He looked at Rita disdainfully.

He said it in a low voice but his tone revealed his coldness.

was chilly enough at the moment to let people’s scalp numb, and the servant

Liam, Rita was

she stood up straightly, "I’m not playing games with you…. I had put

the first time that Rita showed her toughness and impatience

was beyond

carefully looked at her, and soon found that something was wrong with Rita

her eyes

her tone when speaking to him was no longer flattering, but with an air of indifference and

out the exact reasons why Rita changed a lot in all of a sudden, he was disinclined to find out the reasons, let alone to care these

back, answered coldly, "It is not you who decide to marry or to divorce. You made great efforts to become my wife at first. Then, in the next three years, one thousand and ninety-five

sprayed on her face; nevertheless, she felt a biting cold air

agitatedly, "No. I want a divorce. I'm not going to be Mrs.

stay with him; she did not want to repeat the miseries of her previous life; she could no

get a divorce. She must keep away from

sneered and turned

"Stop…."

his clothes, with her red eyes, and said in the tone of plea and instancy,

not do so. He wondered whether she really had a fever and got out of her mind. He touched her forehead and found she was in a

for a few seconds, turned, and glanced at the housekeeper, "Take her to her