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.

Charlotte was enough for the Brown

big for your britches! Whether or not Liam

reputation brought a better light to his dark

breathed a sigh of

refused to let her

a tiger

back on after you realize where

Rose could only go

your aunt and uncle personally, Liam. They say things sometimes.” Amelia looked at the man and smiled it off.

“Sure.”

over Rita and

looked at the girl in his arms.

shook her

the denial even landed, Zoe butted in again. “Tut tut… someone’s tummy hurt so badly she was

her mother poking holes in her story once

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

mild words, Rita’s brow

realistically, that left

was as

to feed you, then?” Seeing her stand still, Liam took

Rita snatched the spoon and said exasperatedly, “I’ll eat it myself.

“Good girl.”

hair, his

and returned silently to their own rooms, leaving the dining

at the man across

thought that with all the wounds she’d dealt him, he wouldn’t

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

not

head low when Liam’s demand came next to

blinked and stared at him, confused.

at her swollen eyes, frowning.

that, Rita’s grip tightened on

she spoke

on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and eat three