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

Rita looked at him in

and turned his head to shout towards

Mrs. Davis hurried in. "Mr. Wilson, what do you

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here, and here. Rub hard until the filth is off.

her, he

him

you want to throw

her clothes tightly, refusing to do as he

were her birthday gift from her

they were her

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

began approaching

was close enough to

And became closer!

was so close she could see the pores on his face.

her hands and

take them off yourself or do you want me to help you?" he asked, his sharp

so irritated she picked up the comb

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

a sigh of relief. "What's wrong with

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

"I don't know."

out her hands with a bitter

kept asking, so Rita told her

listening to the whole thing, Mrs. Davis

do you think this is funny?"

for you,

me?"

has finally realized how good you are to

you are funny." Rita chuckled out loud, completely disagreeing to what Mrs. Davis

City knew how

he have feelings for

It was impossible.

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

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

but she was sure it was not what Mrs.