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."

line on the paper. It was just as terrible as the man had said that had directly

"Let's go."

coat on, strolling

Rita’s face was

to my design skills and experience with your ears, and that's learning too." Liam did not stop and continued to walk

the room? Why go out?" Although

all, Liam's experience was the essence of her

Learning was earning!

visual fatigue and your nervous tension." Outside the door

looked up at

caring about

'It shouldn't be.'

her. There

wrong idea and put

life, Rita had come to the Wilson’s house many times, but she had her full mind on Liam, and had never really appreciated the old

courtyard, suggesting the dignified

past a rockery and a fish pond,

fragrance of grass. It was very

environment was a good way

tired of walking, they stopped in the

leaned against the vermilion pavilion and listened carefully to the man talking about the

***

through the glass window, sitting in a

that Young Master has changed his attitude towards Young Mistress." The housekeeper who stood behind old

Mr.

caring for. The efforts

"But ..."

Mr. Wilson was overwhelmed, the housekeeper

brow furrowed.

to have faded." Before, every time he had delivered fruit, he could

change, indeed, cannot be

pattern between Rita

her look at Liam

Not passionate any more.

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