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

looked at him

Davis!" Liam ignored Rita and turned his head to shout

Wilson, what do

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

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

held her, he smelled

him

to throw

clothes tightly, refusing to do as

her birthday

old–fashioned, they

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

began approaching

close enough to cast

And became closer!

so close she could see the pores on his

her hands and took a few steps back.

yourself or do you

picked up the

and the comb missed. "Mrs. Davis, do as I

a sigh of relief. "What's

do? Mr. Wilson was so angry," Mrs. Davis asked worriedly while putting red

"I don't know."

hands with

Rita told her what

the whole thing, Mrs. Davis seemed to perceive something

this

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

me?"

has finally realized how good you are

chuckled out loud,

City knew how much Liam

have feelings for

It was impossible.

believe her, Mrs. Davis continued, "Mrs. Wilson, think about it. If Mr. Wilson doesn't like you, how could he be so angry just because another man grabbed your arm?

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

she was sure it was not what Mrs.