Sweet Divorce

Chapter 22 Where Did You Go Last Night?

"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

Rita looked at

and turned his head to shout towards the

Wilson, what

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

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

he held her,

him a

to throw away

refusing to

clothes were her birthday gift

they were

clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said grimly,

he began approaching

close enough to cast his

And became closer!

she could see

out, Rita covered her chest with her hands and took a few steps

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

up the comb and threw

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

a sigh of relief. "What's

so angry," Mrs. Davis

"I don't know."

spread out her hands with a

so Rita told

Mrs. Davis seemed to perceive something unusual

Davis, do you think this is funny?"

for you, Mrs. Wilson," Mrs. Davis

for me?"

Wilson. Now he has finally realized how good

loud, completely

knew

have

It was impossible.

Wilson, think about it. If Mr. Wilson doesn't like you, how could

to retort. Mrs. Davis's analysis

did seem weird today, but she was

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