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

the bathtub, Rita looked at him in

ignored Rita and turned his

in. "Mr. Wilson, what

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

disgust, "Especially here, here, and here.

he held her, he smelled

him a

do you want to

refusing to do

clothes were her birthday gift from her

old–fashioned, they were her

refused to get rid of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam

he began approaching

close enough to cast his shadow

And became closer!

see the pores on his face. Her

and took a few steps back. "Don't come

mind? Will you take them off yourself or do

picked up the comb and threw at

Davis, do as I say!"

sigh of relief. "What's

so angry," Mrs. Davis asked worriedly while putting

"I don't know."

her hands with a bitter

kept asking, so Rita told her what happened

Mrs. Davis seemed to perceive something

do you think this is funny?" Rita blinked

am happy for you, Mrs.

for me?" Rita

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

out loud, completely disagreeing to what

F City knew

he have feelings for

It was impossible.

about it. If Mr. Wilson doesn't like you, how could he be so angry just because another man grabbed your arm? He

know how to retort. Mrs.

weird today, but she was sure it