Sweet Divorce

“Rita, I know you still care about me.”

Rita was thinking about how to appease Liam when Michael hugged her again. “I know it. It’s not just talk when you wrote the love letter and said you liked me.”

Rita’s eyes rounded at his words.

Love letter?

She liked Michael?

Well…

When did it happen? How come she never knew?

But it was not the point whether it happened or not. The point was that she, out of the corner of her eye, saw Liam was growing more and more furious.

This ordinary living room seemed to become unadulterated hell suddenly where Liam became the bloodthirsty Satan, saturnine and frightening.

As if he was going to kill everyone in the room the next moment.

His eyes, and his look were too forbidding.

In a cold sweat, Rita was unnerved by him.

Drat!

She had not figured out how to calm Liam yet, but Michael ignited Liam’s anger again.

Well done – Liam bristled with rage now.

Rita did not want Liam to take it out on her, so she pushed Michael away. “Nonsense. Michael, when did I write you a love letter and say I like you?”

She didn’t and hadn’t done that.

‘Dear, don’t say that again… You maybe have had enough of your life, but I haven’t. I’m afraid that he would skin us alive.’ Rita said to herself.

Gloomy, Michael frowned at her reply. “Rita, you really wish to disassociate yourself from me, right? So much so that…” you would lie about it.

Michael did not spit out the following words.

He lifted his eyes to stare at the pretty girl standing in front of him, with a trace of disappointment and sadness flickering across his eyes.

Michael looked so sad, which made Rita begin to doubt herself – did she really sent him a love letter?

They did know each other back then.

But that was all, and they were not so familiar to meet in private.

she had had a crush on someone when she was young, but it was definitely not Michael. Besides, she had never

why would Michael say

it

indifference behind her. “Mr. Davies, Rita

I must say, Mr. Davies, you really put much effort to alienate my girlfriend from me,

it again, but he

cold smile. “Mr. Wilson, don’t make fun of me. I do

to be outdone, Michael took out a piece of yellowed paper

it carefully and held it to Liam’s eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be

and looked at the

“Dear Michael:

be abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to

I like you.

really, really like

moving

beautiful handwriting was from Rita

Michael hadn’t lied?

really had had

narrowed his eyes impassively, with unknown

Rita also peeped

shocked

was it her

and again. Then her face grew pale gradually. “That’s

happens if

pocket meticulously. Then he looked at Rita who was still bewildered, smiling at her gently. “Whether it is from you or not, I truly like you. And I don’t want to

“Michael…”

for you, and I should go now. Bye,

lips parted slightly, but Michael left

stayed still, with her thoughts in a

leave without even an explanation, isn’t

difficult for

her hands to

a crush on him, it

it was

echoed when she heard his

in her jaw right after she

face, so she had to looked up at him. “So… you did

outside, Jacob happened to heard

had

Michael

point, Liam should be angry and want to figure