Sweet Divorce

Now that Isabelle had said the words “birth father”, Rita didn’t need to ask to know what the results were from the other report.

Without a doubt, they were blood related.

At the end of the day… they were father and daughter.

Rita couldn’t help her curiosity towards this “birth father” of hers. “Isabelle, could you look up… what his name is?”

“Jackson Brooks Isabelle looked at her computer and answered honestly.

Jackson Brooks?!

Hearing the familiar name, Rita’s pupils shrank. Shock and confusion ran through her eyes. “What a coincidence – it’s him?”

“What, you know the man?” Isabelle asked curiously.

“Can’t really say I know him.” She’d only seen him once.

Three years ago, Liam had gotten in a serious accident when his car malfunctioned and collided with the car in front.

The accident had injured Liam’s skull and put him in a coma for days, while the female driver of the car he’d hit had died of her wounds.

And this Jackson Brooks… was that driver’s husband.

That day, when Rita had heard of Liam’s accident, she’d rushed to the hospital.

And chanced across Jackson, who’d been waiting outside the operating room.

Her memories were muddled, and she only remembered that he’d been an elegant, well-spoken man.

Was her birth father that man?

But if he was, then that made Liam the culprit behind her mother’s death…

Thinking of that, Rita’s expression started to grow ugly.

It… it couldn’t be that much of a coincidence. Maybe that man from three years ago just happened to have the same name.

Yes, that had to be it.

a deep breath, she suppressed the unease in her heart and continued, “Isabelle, can you get your guy to dig up the dirt on Jackson Brooks?

put him on it. Anything we dig up about him, I’ll send to your

“Thanks.”

polite with me,” Isabelle pouted at

promising she wouldn’t do it again for her to

clutched the phone worriedly, afraid things

didn’t notice that Liam had walked up

pair of large hands embraced her from

girl’s shocked little gesture, Liam’s dark

head. Before she was certain if there was a blood connection between Jackson and her, she didn’t want to declare anything. “What

“Neither,” Liam frowned.

then teased, “Well, then, Mr.

“I want to eat…”

do you

stopped talking all of a sudden, and Rita

lowered his head, his handsome

instant, close enough for her to feel the subtleties of his warm breath, close enough

hammering heart thudded twice and

moment, the man’s lips really did press up against hers. “I just want to eat you

smooth face blushed bright

man thinking about so early in

What a pervert!

push him off and escape this space

the man wouldn’t let her go. He took her face in his hands and kissed back

her, he pushed her up against the wall, his lips working their way down

see.” Seeing his overwhelming desire, Rita panicked. “Lillian is still

and see then, it’d

that name,

lived

forced his squirming lust back down, hugging the woman tightly to his chest, and spoke mildly, “Let’s get remarried, Rita. The

but it wasn’t a negotiation

parting had took had fanned the flames

He wanted it desperately.

wanted to be with her –