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.

for the Brown family. Nobody else

Amelia slapped Mason across the face. “You’re getting too big for your britches! Whether or not Liam is divorced from

in boosting Liam’s reputation brought a

she breathed

she refused to let her guard

tiger was

back on after you realize where

they were, Mason and Rose could only go with it. They mumbled assent and knelt in the yard

aunt and uncle personally, 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.”

another set of utensils. “Right, Liam, watch over Rita and make sure she finishes the full bowl of porridge.

at the girl in his

Rita shook her

Zoe butted in again. “Tut tut… someone’s tummy hurt so badly she

poking holes in her story

could recover, Liam pulled her next to the table and pushed a bowlful of porridge in front of her. “Do you want to eat it yourself, or

his mild words, Rita’s

seemed like two choices, but thinking about it realistically, that left her

like he was as imperious as

then?” Seeing her stand still,

spoon and said exasperatedly,

“Good girl.”

head full of sleek hair, his

returned silently to their own rooms, leaving the dining room to

bent her head over her porridge, glancing at the man

that with all the wounds she’d dealt him, he

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

she not

her head low when Liam’s demand came next

stared at him, confused.

looked at her swollen eyes,

Rita’s grip

spoke

today on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and