Sweet Divorce

Chapter 35 It's Not Simple

"It's not simple."

'Young man, this wasn't a simple matter at all!'

It was only after hearing Rita's words that Liam realized that he had failed to express his feelings clearly just now.

"Don't get me wrong. I just meant to sleep in the same room." He added, reached out to grab the quilt that Rita had been holding tightly in her arms, and then placed it on the bed.

Rita was shocked and was in a state of alert. "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to sleep standing up?"

The man tilted his head to look at Rita. Seeing that she didn't retort, he threw her quilt onto the bed. "You're still having a fever. I allow you to sleep on the bed tonight."

"No, thanks. I'll just sleep on the ground." Hearing that, Rita went to pull her quilt.

"OK, I'm welcome you to sleep on the ground with me at any time." As soon as Liam said that, the woman's hand, which was holding the quilt, suddenly loosened.

Seeing this scene, the man smiled bitterly in his heart.

She really didn't want to have any contact with him. She let go of the quilt so quickly!

Without thinking about it, he went to the ground with his quilt.

Seeing that the man was lying down, Rita lay back on the bed.

However, she lay on the bed which was the furthest away from the man.

With her back to the man, she didn't dare to fall asleep.

Only when the man's breathing became heavy did she dare to close her eyes and fall asleep.

Perhaps because she was too sleepy, she fell asleep in less than a minute.

At this time, the man on the ground opened his eyes.

In the moonlight, he looked sideways at the woman curling up on the bed, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions ...

***

The next day.

In the dining room.

Liam lowered his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. Then, he glanced at a room on the second floor as if he didn't mean to do it.

The door was still closed!

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the hot soup on the table.

Davis, the soup is cold."

I'll heat it up for you right away." Mrs. Davis didn't understand what he meant. She reached out to take the soup on the

The man frowned.

legs, and walked out. "Send it to

was obviously stunned, and then she grinned from ear to ear. "OK,

boy finally opens

finally knows to care about his

she seemed to think of something and shrank back. "Mr. Wilson, it's

man suddenly

Before Liam could say anything, Mrs.

at the soup on the table hesitantly, and finally picked it up and walked

looked at the man who went upstairs through the crack in the door, she couldn't help

took out her mobile phone and reported the latest progress of the two of them to the

this time, in the

the door.

door being opened, Rita suddenly opened her eyes.

man coming in, she quickly

awake?" Liam ignored her vigilant

expression, he handed the soup to her and said,

soup in front of her in shock for

petty action just now, the man added, "Don't get me wrong. Mrs.

didn't want to bring

Not at all.

take the initiative to care about her in this life. Anyway, in her previous life, Liam didn't care about her until she died. "But, thank you all the same."

"Well."

nodded. His eyes were dimmed for no

at Liam, who was sitting on the sofa. "Have you made any progress in secretly investigating

is all

you send someone to help me find out what's the relationship between Isabelle and Charlotte?"

the person involved, it was too conspicuous for her to investigate in person. She was afraid

puzzled gaze

choice but to tell

the man agreed readily after she finished that. "OK, I'll ask more people to pay

is always so

also make her feel bitter, but now

that day, the two of them seemed to have reached an agreement and did not mention anything about what happened that

Rita went back to

involved several

hide herself. Unexpectedly, Charlotte sat next to

where did you go after signing up yesterday?" Suddenly, Charlotte asked.

she find out that it wasn't Oliver who had

'Probably not.'

"I went home,

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