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.

bathtub? What

looked at him in

ignored Rita and turned his head to shout

"Mr. Wilson, what do you want

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

Oliver had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here, and here. Rub hard until

held her,

gave him a

you want to throw away

her clothes tightly, refusing to

birthday

old–fashioned, they were her

of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said

he began

knew it, he was close enough to cast his shadow over

And became closer!

could see the pores on his face. Her heart

out, Rita covered her chest with her hands and took

you made up your mind? Will you take them off yourself or do you want me to help you?" he asked, his sharp eyes

the

Davis, do as I say!"

of relief.

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

"I don't know."

out her hands with

asking, so Rita told her

listening to the whole thing, Mrs. Davis seemed to

you think this is

happy for you, Mrs. Wilson," Mrs. Davis

for me?" Rita looked

finally realized how good you are to him and

Rita chuckled out loud, completely disagreeing

knew

could he have feelings for

It was impossible.

her, Mrs. Davis continued, "Mrs. Wilson, think about it. If Mr. Wilson doesn't like you, how

know how to retort. Mrs. Davis's analysis seemed

she was sure it was not what Mrs. Davis