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

in the bathtub, Rita looked at him in confusion. "What do you

turned his head to

"Mr. Wilson,

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

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

he held her,

him

you want to throw away

grabbed her clothes tightly, refusing

birthday gift from her

they were her

get rid of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said grimly, "If you

he began approaching

was close enough to

And became closer!

could see

her chest with her hands and took a

your mind? Will you take them off yourself or do you want me to help you?" he

irritated she picked up the comb and threw at him. "Get

tilted his head and the comb missed. "Mrs. Davis, do as I say!" With that, he left,

sigh of relief. "What's

so angry," Mrs. Davis asked worriedly while putting red petals into

"I don't know."

spread out her hands

so Rita told

Mrs. Davis seemed

do you think this is

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

for me?" Rita

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

out loud, completely disagreeing to what Mrs. Davis had

knew how much

could he have feelings

It was impossible.

doesn't like you, how could he be so angry just because another man grabbed

how to retort. Mrs.

she was sure