Sweet Divorce

Morning, at the dining table.

“Rita, are you going to school today?” Old Mr. Wilson picked up a piece of vegetable and placed it on her plate as he asked with a smile.

When he saw her nod, old Mr. Wilson acknowledged it with an 'Oh', as he glanced meaningfully at Liam who next to him, “Make a detour and send Rita over.” 

Rita, who was holding onto her cutleries, had her hands froze for a moment when she heard it.

She quickly lowered her head to proceed with her meal as she continued to portray a look of a jealous girl, “I don't need him to give me a lift. I can drive my Polo Hatchback.”

“The car hasn't come back.” The man beside her took a piece of meat and placed it in her bowl.

Rita was startled, her eyes full of puzzlement, “Is it that troublesome to change out the engine oil?”

“It's not an issue with the engine's oil.”

“Then it's?”

“It wasn't pleasing to the eye. I had sold it.” Liam spat out a word calmly.

The man's explanation surprised old Mr. Wilson's who was next to him.

Ha, haha... Well, brat did a beautiful job!

Good job on the selling, good job on the selling.

A variety of strategies is needed to pursue your wife soon.

Old Mr. Wilson was very satisfied with Liam's performance.

Due to Rita's presence, he did not display his emotions too obviously. 

He just cleared his throat, and casually added, “The color of the car is really not pleasing to the eye, and it's good that you sold it.”

The color is not pleasing to the eye.

But her little Polo Hatchback was black.

Rita raised her eyes to look at the person who had a row of black cars in the garage and smiled bitterly. Then shouldn't those also be sold?

“Rita doesn't have a car to drive, Liam would have to take an extra effort to send and pick Rita for her classes.” She heard old Mr. Wilson's suggestion just as she was staring in the direction of the garage.

"um", and his narrow black eyes looked at

decline, the man got up and gracefully

never have agreed if there were

swallowed back her

at the corner of Old

not know how to express himself, nor chase after a girl. Now it seemed that he was

had a lot of

Wilson also had a trace

guilt was

he selfishly used Rita's kindness and trapped her next

In case...

dared think about that, he could only

would feel

for you, remember to have it on time.” Rita carefully reminded grandpa who was in a

are you assigning homework for me?” The old man

not sneakily

Liam is still waiting for you.” Old Mr. Wilson smiled and waved to

he saw Rita left, the smile on old Mr. Wilson's face

and

Mr. Wilson looked melancholy, “I don't know if I would be able to see the two let go of their emotional baggage before I

smiled helplessly, he folded the bloody tissue in his

it to cover it up as he was afraid

moment, outside

old Mr. Wilson, Rita

she closed the door, she raised her eyes and looked forward, “You can just drop me off at the

without responding but instead

the man didn't refuse Rita's earlier remark, the driver assumed that he had by

straight in the direction of the bus stop, however, the driver did not notice the gloomy and scary expression that someone had at the

yet when he raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, he was met a pair

that he did not dare

in any way? Why? Why did it seem like Mr. Wilson look like he

worked his brain and realized

should have absolutely allowed Mr. Wilson to send his wife to

driver stomped on the accelerator and

man in the mirror had his frowning

a sigh of relief as he stretched out his hand to

station behind them and reminded the