Sweet Divorce

Chapter220 Don’t Be Afraid of Me

Rita began to rack her brains to finish her letters ever since she had promised Liam to write the love letters.

But…

One could only confess her ignorance when she suffered from the consequence.

Even when the waste basket was full, she still could not think of any words.

“Rita, are you drawing the design?” Isabelle put a cup of bubble tea in front of Rita when she saw Rita’s face was full of pain. “Have no clue? Why not take a break before you go on?”

Sipping her bubble tea, Rita gave a wry smile. “I wish it could be the design.”

“Then what is it?”

“Love letter.”

Shocked, Isabelle spat the drink on Rita’s face.

Rita’s forehead knotted in a frown.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…” Isabelle took a tissue to wipe away the drink on Rita’s face. “But why are you writing the love letter?”

Rita sighed and told Isabelle what had happened the other day.

Isabelle laughed to tears when she knew what happened.

“My god, your boyfriend is so cut when he feels jealous.”

“He’s a bit cute indeed, but it is really difficult for me to make him happy. I don’t know how to write the love letter.”

She really did not know that.

She was good at painting, not at wording and writing.

However, a slip of the tongue, she not only agreed, but also promised to write a thousand words per letter.

That was ten thousand words in all.

She felt her head ached and rubbed her forehead. “Or, I can search it on the internet and copy.”

“Do you think your boyfriend would receive a copy of the love letter on the internet?”

No.

He would not receive such letters, and she might even make him more irritated.

Forget it. It was a dead end; she should find another way out.

She took a sip of her bubble tea and no longer frowned.

Then Isabelle gave her the papers.

“What is it?”

“The information about Jackson Brook that you asked for a few days ago.”

Rita’s eyes darkened when she heard Jackson’s name.

She had mixed feelings when she looked down at the papers.

She paused for a while and then took the papers.

“I’ve got class, see you later.” Isabelle left to give Rita some privacy.

There was only Rita in the dorm, so she opened the document.

Brook, 42

Anderson;

Address: F City.

Number: 188**** ****

Jackson following, but it was just a brief introduction of

family was also

later,

Good.

she had known he lived a good

put the papers into the

when she would

the feelings of her adopted parents, Zoe and

to put it

down and had an inspiration when she looked at the nice writing paper

took up the pen and wrote

were only four words in this one-thousand-word

“I like you.”

was quite contented looking at “I like you” repeated all over the

Liam’s villa directly after she bought a bunch of lovely

after he

she found he was at home

welcome back. I’m going to tell Mr. Wilson you’ve come

and she turned at once to go to the garden and

he’d got some family thing to deal with,

“Family thing?”

don’t know

a thin line. “I see. So

glad to see

“OK.”

her arms, Rita

voice come out when she opened the

Wilson, I was wrong… please let go of me. I’ll never tell

high-pitched and anguished voice

man curling up on the floor and covering

him, Liam sat on the couch

parted with indifference, “Go

The traitor can only die after he is stabbed in the ribs

No exceptions.

never allow any

the side stepped

was only

still ninety-three

one who had been through knew how painful it

floor got strained when he saw the sharp knife in this young man’s hand. His eyes reddening, he picked himself up and

no… Mr. Wilson, just kill

notice the wet floor, so he slipped on the floor and

was startled and stepped

not touch her but fell to the ground under

grabbed by

Rita did not

was reborn, she

could not help trembling. Then the love letters and flowers in her

were all surprised

Jacob. His heart did a

Damn it.

come in at

someone and fell ill. At that time, Liam was enraged

could not compare with

much now. If she was scared and ran

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