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.

an "um", and his narrow black eyes looked at her, “Rita, I'll wait

could decline, the man got

there were only

swallowed back her thoughts and

the smile at the corner of Old Mr.

to express himself, nor chase after a girl. Now it seemed that he was worrying for

a lot of

happy, Old Mr. Wilson also had a trace

guilt was

know that he selfishly used Rita's kindness and trapped her next to Liam. He didn't know if

In case...

dared think about

hoped that Rita would feel Liam's changes and reaccept

Mrs. Davis brewed for you, remember to have it on time.” Rita carefully reminded grandpa who was

you assigning homework for me?” The old man chuckled

Grandpa must complete it, and not sneakily throw

hurry go. Liam is still waiting for you.” Old Mr. Wilson smiled and

Mr. Wilson's

became worse, and he

if I would be able to see the two let go of their

his hand and stuffed it to the lowest

it to cover it up as he was

moment,

of old Mr. Wilson, Rita

eyes and looked forward, “You can just drop me off

but instead instructed the driver in front to

Rita's earlier remark, the driver assumed that he had by default agreed

casually drove the car out of the villa area and drove straight in the direction of the bus stop, however, the driver did not notice the gloomy and scary expression that someone had

to remind Rita as he entered the bus station, yet when he raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, he was met

that he did not

in any way? Why? Why did it seem like Mr. Wilson look like he was going to skin

driver quickly worked his brain and realized what he had

Mr. Wilson to send

his realization, the driver stomped on the accelerator and speedily rushed

in the mirror had his frowning eyebrows loosened and

sigh of relief as he stretched out his hand to wipe the

station behind them and reminded the driver in front