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."

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

"Let's go."

coat on,

face was blank. "Where to

you can listen to my design skills and experience with your

class in the room? Why go out?" Although

experience was the essence of her specialized

Learning was earning!

the landscape helps to reduce your visual fatigue and your

sharply looked up at

caring about

'It shouldn't be.'

cared about her.

away the wrong idea and put on her coat and

she had her full mind on Liam,

dignified and rich status

past a rockery and a fish pond,

rain just passed, autumn wind came with the fragrance of grass. It was

to Liam’s lecture in this elegant environment was

they were tired of walking,

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

***

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

I can see that Young Master has changed his attitude

made old Mr. Wilson even

so many years, Liam finally decides to give up on the person who he had been caring for. The efforts of Rita

"But ..."

Mr. Wilson was overwhelmed,

brow furrowed. "But

faded." Before, every time he had delivered fruit, he could always found Young Mistress

indeed,

housekeeper's words, Mr. Wilson recalled the interaction pattern between

her look

Not passionate any more.

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