Sweet Divorce

Chapter 38 Liam is Her Cushion

Because they rarely went back to the old house, they would stay overnight when they did.

Of course, this time is no exception.

Before, Rita would like to spend the whole day by Liam’s side.

But today –

She had been practising design all the time without looking up.

After supper, Rita went back to the room to practice painting.

"It's not right."

Suddenly a cool voice came overhead.

Rita set her mouth in a grim line, erasing the paper and holding the brush again.

Because of the long practice, the pains of her fingers made her frown again and again. Even so she clenched her teeth and continued to practice.

"Would the lines look more natural in that way?"

After redrawing, she looked up for the man's opinions.

The man did not answer her, but grabbed the pencil from her hand. "Stop here. You should rest."

"It's only nine and I can practice another hour." She didn't have time to rest, after all, her base was so poor that even with such intense practice, she was still not sure if she could beat so many contestants, let alone Charlotte, who stood at the top of the pyramid.

So, she had to try.

Took all the effort to practice.

This battle was of great importance.

She reached for her pencil, while the man turned away.

"Liam, give me the pencil!" Rita frowned.

"You've drawn enough today. Your hand muscles are too tired to draw anymore." Liam took her painting, pointing to the modified place, "Under this state, the line you draw is unfavorable without beauty."

just as terrible as the man had said that had

"Let's go."

a coat on, strolling out of

face was blank. "Where

with your ears, and

a class in the room? Why go out?" Although Rita was

all, Liam's experience was the essence of her

Learning was earning!

around and seeing the landscape helps to reduce your visual fatigue and your nervous tension." Outside the door came the man's explanation.

sharply looked up at the man

he caring about

'It shouldn't be.'

had ever cared about her.

Rita brushed away the wrong idea and put

she had her full mind on Liam,

European courtyard, suggesting the dignified and rich status of

past a rockery and a fish pond, they walked toward

rain just passed, autumn wind came with the fragrance of grass. It was very refreshing. Rita felt that

in this elegant environment was a good way to

walking, they stopped in

pavilion and listened

***

on the second floor, old Mr. Wilson was looking at the two people in the courtyard through the glass window, sitting in a wheelchair. His bleared

time they come back, I can see that Young Master has changed his attitude towards Young Mistress." The

made old Mr. Wilson even

up on the person who he had been caring for.

"But ..."

Wilson was overwhelmed, the housekeeper started

pale brow furrowed.

found that Young Mistress's passion for Young Master seemed to have faded." Before, every time he had delivered fruit, he could always found Young Mistress pounding at

indeed, cannot

Mr. Wilson recalled the interaction pattern between Rita

her look at

Not passionate any more.

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