Sweet Divorce

Liam was surprising Rita today. She couldn’t resist the urge to glance at him some more.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that she wasn’t the only one who had changed.

He seemed to have changed as well.

Not as cold as before, a little more talkative.

“What, is there anything on my face?” Maybe she’d lapsed off for too long. Liam’s voice rang out in her ear.

Rita put the rose down and picked up her bag. “I’ve got something important to take care of.”

She’d agreed on three days with Jason, and today was the first.

If she even didn’t go to school, she also have no time to waste.

She had to take control of the situation, or she wouldn’t make it in time.

Looking at her silhouette hurrying away, Liam’s bright eyes dimmed slightly.

Zoe saw his depressed state for what it was.

She looked at the independent girl in the distance and chuckled as she turned to the man before her. “That Rita… don’t mind her, Liam. I’ve spoiled her out of manners.”

“It’s fine.”

The man took a sip of porridge and froze.

This taste… seemed to be Rita’s work.

He raised his eyes to gaze at a mild-tempered Zoe, “This porridge is great. Did you make it?”

“Not me. Rita did.”

It really was her.

He lowered his head and took another sip. The nostalgic flavor spread across his taste buds and lifted the corners of his mouth into an uncontrollable smile.

The sensation was like a small child finally tasting a long-desired piece of candy. The happiness in his heart was practically spilling out.

Maybe he’d just gone too long without having the porridge she made, but he downed the full thing in one sitting.

Didn’t leave a single speck of grain at the bottom.

After Rita left, Zoe kept Liam around for a long chat.

Mostly funny stories, like how Rita messed around climbing walls and trees when she was little.

“Look here, Liam. This box is full of pictures of when she was small. That skinhead cut makes her look like a boy, ha.”

Liam’s dark eyes scanned the photographs inside, but fell focused on a dairy.

There was a sketched design of a small mansion inside when he picked it up and opened it.

On the bottommost of the yellowed drawing paper was a line written in an elegant hand-

“No regrets now that the path is chosen.”

With a date marked alongside it.

Wasn’t that the day they’d gotten engaged?

He still remembered when the old man had discussed the matter of their bridal home.

The old man had allowed her to choose the location, design and layout of the bridal home in the spirit of the occasion. Rita had been overjoyed then. It was just that later on, he’d picked the house they had now of his own volition.

This sketch must have been the bridal home she’d designed back then. A place just for the two of them.

Looking at the drawing, Liam fell deep into thought.

It was a long time before he put the drawing away, left the Brown household and drove straight to the F City bay area.

“Whew… what’s the rush to get me out here, Liam?” Jacob panted, looking at the tall man in front of him. “I haven’t even eaten lunch yet. It’s your treat!”

the clear coastline shimmered with a sapphire hue,

blinked, confused. What

want the land rights to the bay

of Jacob’s

Five days?

days to get the rights to this entire stretch

How was that possible.

as well tell me to go steal it outright. I’d have a

ask?” Liam shot a look at Jacob and

Jacob quite a bit, who thought that Liam had

“Yeah, it’s too much. Way too much. I

“Okay… four days, then.”

Liam would give him a few more days

a certificate in four

Liam the Fascist!

***

had passed since the

was clearly getting

“We’ve sat around here doing nothing for two days, girly. If we

Brown.” The girl raised her head

confusion, she added mildly, “My

Rita Brown?

her surname

somehow related

but he was

was definitely related

large stockholder of the Group. Someone from the family could get into the company with just a word from upstairs. They wouldn’t give a damn about the position of assistant general

soon,

behavior, Rita took a casual sip of juice

for if they sat around

Bella Colt’s husband Raymond is going to have a press conference over the photos of Bella and

“Yeah.”

Of course Nathan knew.

topic who came up on online searches

early in the morning, but

a simpleton could have guessed that the conference would be a bit of public declaration over how he was a pervert and how

buildings next door,” Rita said, glancing at the building opposite theirs. Right now, there was already a fair number of media and journalists

do

walked towards the office buildings. “Wait here for the

girl before him, but didn’t dare dig

she was all he had right

had gone mad putting his fate in the hands of

he’d done all his life was to put

and blended

way she remembered it, Nathan was actually the most innocent victim in

It had only been maintained up to this

the two of them had always had their side

wanted the autonomy that a divorce would net him, which was why he’d

to get Bella to back out of the

had gone and accused Nathan of assaulting her when

that reason, in the past life, the couple had gone

united in their testimony in order to

thought that their negotiation would be recorded by

but Raymond had only wanted to solve the problem by throwing money at her.

the secretary had released the recording, and the truth had

to clear Nathan’s name, what she had to do was find the secretary’s

blended into the press crew. She wanted a chance to get close to that girl, then plant

could sneak

look around, I’m talking to

about for

for the press conference today. “Yeah, you. Move

that, Rita’s eyes

a chance, it fell into her

could get

nodded hurriedly, took the clothes and makeup kit, and went over to the dressing

few steps out when Winston called after her