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

at him in confusion. "What do you

Davis!" Liam ignored Rita and turned his head

in. "Mr. Wilson, what do you want me to

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

the areas on Rita's body where Oliver had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here,

held her,

him a

you want to throw away

clothes tightly, refusing to

clothes were her birthday gift from

they

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

he began approaching

knew it, he was close enough to cast his

And became closer!

see the pores on his face. Her heart

her hands and took a few steps back. "Don't come over! Stay away

you take them off yourself or do

was so irritated she picked up the comb and threw at him.

do as I say!" With that,

sigh of relief.

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

"I don't know."

hands with a

kept asking, so Rita told

to the whole thing, Mrs. Davis seemed to

Davis, do you think this is funny?"

you, Mrs. Wilson," Mrs. Davis

me?" Rita looked

has finally

are funny." Rita chuckled out loud, completely disagreeing

knew

he have feelings for

It was impossible.

Wilson doesn't like you, how could

to retort. Mrs. Davis's analysis

she was sure it was