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 line on the paper. It was just as terrible as

"Let's go."

a coat on, strolling out

Rita’s face was

are tired, you can listen to my design skills and experience with your ears, and that's learning too." Liam did not stop

to have a class in the room? Why go out?" Although Rita was puzzled, she still took a

experience was the essence

Learning was earning!

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

sharply looked up at the man

caring about

'It shouldn't be.'

had ever cared about her. There

brushed away the wrong idea and

but she had her full mind

was a European courtyard, suggesting the dignified and rich status

fish pond,

the fragrance of grass. It was very refreshing. Rita felt that her irritability and fatigue

this elegant environment was a good

tired of walking, they stopped

the vermilion pavilion and listened carefully to the man talking

***

at the two people in the courtyard through the glass window, sitting in a wheelchair.

Young Master has changed his attitude towards

old Mr.

the person who he had been caring

"But ..."

Mr. Wilson was overwhelmed, the

pale brow

he had delivered

indeed,

pattern between

particular, her look at

Not passionate any more.

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