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.

Brown family. Nobody

your britches! Whether or not Liam is divorced from Rita or not, he’s

boosting Liam’s reputation brought a better light

she breathed a sigh

she refused to let

tiger

You can come back on after you realize where

Mason and Rose could only go with it. They mumbled assent and knelt in

at the man and smiled it

“Sure.”

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

the girl in his

Rita shook her

badly she was crying in Mommy’s arms all

poking holes in her story once again,

porridge in

mild words,

two choices, but thinking about it realistically, that left her with

he was

feed you, then?” Seeing

the spoon and said exasperatedly, “I’ll eat

“Good girl.”

rubbed her head full of sleek hair, his tightly wound mouth arcing

and Zoe exchanged a glance and returned silently to their own

porridge, glancing at the man across her as he dined elegantly. Complicated emotions ran through

she’d dealt

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

not harsh

it hurt?” She was meandering with her head low when Liam’s demand came next to

and stared at him, confused.

swollen

grip

she spoke

evidently didn’t believe her. “From today on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and eat three meals a day