Sweet Divorce

"What?" Rita was confused.

'Him? Who is he referring to?'

But before long, she understood what he meant.

Did he think she liked the man named Oliver?

If it were before, she would have been happy that he had misunderstood, thinking he didn't hate her so much and was jealous. But now she knew that he was only worried about his fame.

She looked away and said, "I don't like him."

She had used all her strength to love him. Now her heart was broken and she couldn't love anyone.

"Good. That kind of man is too much for you to handle," Liam said. The anger in his eyes faded a little when he heard her answer.

He glanced at her, and his gaze was fixed on her short shoulder-length hair.

'She had her hair cut? Didn't she always like long hair? But this hairstyle is nice. It suits her well and makes her look exquisite.'

"If there's nothing else you want to talk about, I'm going to my room."

Seeing that she was leaving, Liam regained his senses.

Looking at her wrist, which Oliver had held a while before, he got angry again. He carried her on his shoulder and began walking to the second floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she shouted. Hanging upside down on his shoulder made her dizzy.

She clenched her hands into fists and punched him on the back to protest. "Let me down! Now!"

"Be quiet!" With a frown, he spanked her.

"You ... don't touch me!" His intimate action made Rita blush.

He ignored what she said, and warned in a cold voice, "Do as I say if you do not want to get spanked again."

'What?'

Rita was very angry but dared not to fire back.

Afraid that he would spank her again, she remained quiet.

Soon she was put in the bathtub by Liam.

What does this

in the bathtub, Rita looked at him

ignored Rita and turned his head

in. "Mr. Wilson,

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

on Rita's body where Oliver had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here, and here. Rub hard until the filth

he held her,

him a

want to

grabbed her clothes tightly, refusing to do

birthday

old–fashioned, they were

that she refused to get rid of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said grimly, "If you are unwilling

began

it, he was close enough to cast his shadow over

And became closer!

could see the pores on his face. Her

with her hands and took a few

your mind? Will you take them off yourself or do

was so irritated she picked up the comb and threw at

Davis, do as I say!" With that, he left, slamming the door shut behind

of relief. "What's wrong with

did you do? Mr. Wilson was so angry," Mrs. Davis

"I don't know."

spread out her hands with

kept asking, so Rita told

thing, Mrs. Davis seemed to perceive something unusual

this is funny?"

for you, Mrs. Wilson,"

me?"

much for Mr. Wilson. Now he has finally realized how good

Rita chuckled out loud,

City knew how much Liam

have feelings for

It was impossible.

like you, how could he be so angry just because

didn't know how to retort. Mrs. Davis's analysis seemed to make

did seem weird today, but she was sure it was