Sweet Divorce

“Ahh!”

Rose fell heavily to the floor, skinning her elbow.

Pain raced up her arm and she sucked in a breath, a sinister rage lighting up in her breast.

But as intense at it was, she didn’t dare speak out.

After all, the man who’d kicked were was the famous Liam Wilson.

She didn’t even dare offend the name.

Much less the man.

“Rose!” Seeing her fall, Mason couldn’t help but glare at Liam. “Don’t you think you’re going too far, Wilson?!”

Seeing Mason be so protective of her, Rose jolted.

She hadn’t thought that such a useless man would dare offend authority to keep her safe. She felt a sway of emotion.

“I’m going too far?!”

Liam narrowed his eyes, cold gaze sweeping Rose on the ground and then falling on Mason.

As if, in the next second, he was going to skin them alive. “Aren’t you the ones who’re going too far?”

It was these people who bullied his Rita first.

A kick was letting them of easy.

“Whichever way things go, we’re Rita’s aunt and uncle.” Mason helped Rose up, clenching his teeth. “What we do with Rita is family business. What makes you think you can butt in, Mr. Wilson? If I’m remembering things correctly, you’re divorced with her already. The most you could call yourself is an ex-husband!”

Mason’s words dropped like a nuke.

The already hostile living room grew deathly silent, and everyone gasped.

As calculating as always, Amelia noticed how Liam’s eyes were narrowing and realized it wasn’t good.

She knew full well what the results were when offending a man like this.

was enough for the Brown family. Nobody else should get

do anything, Amelia slapped Mason across the face. “You’re getting too big for your britches!

Liam’s reputation brought a better light to

that, she breathed a sigh of

refused to let

tiger

can come back on after you realize

her command, as unwilling as they were, Mason and Rose could only go with

Liam. They say things sometimes.” Amelia looked at the man and smiled it off. “Have you had breakfast yet? If not, you could have it with

“Sure.”

of utensils. “Right, Liam, watch over Rita and make sure she finishes the full bowl of porridge. It’s good for her stomach and saves

and looked at the girl in his arms. “You’ve got a

Rita shook her

tummy hurt so badly she was crying in

in

pushed a bowlful of porridge in front of her. “Do you want to eat it yourself, or should I

mild words, Rita’s brow

but thinking about it realistically, that left her with only one choice,

was as imperious

feed you, then?” Seeing

snatched the spoon and said exasperatedly, “I’ll

“Good girl.”

hair, his tightly wound mouth arcing

a glance and returned silently to their own rooms, leaving the dining room

her porridge, glancing at the man across her as he

with all the wounds she’d dealt him, he wouldn’t come back for

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

she not

meandering with her head low when

stared at him,

her swollen eyes,

grip

spoke mildly.

your eyes like that?” Liam evidently didn’t believe her. “From today on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and eat three meals a day on