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 years

Anderson; Wife: Jennifer

Address: F City.

Number: 188**** ****

information about Jackson following, but it was just

information, the Brook family was also a large family in F

Rosa Anderson, died three years later, Jackson married

Good.

she had

then she put the papers into the drawer

still unknown when she would meet her

feelings of her adopted parents,

had to

an inspiration when she

took up the pen and wrote the letter without a

only four words in this one-thousand-word letter –

“I like you.”

contented looking at

the letter. Then she drove to Liam’s villa directly after she bought a bunch of lovely

after he went home from

found he was

welcome back. I’m going to tell

she turned at once to go to the

said, “Mr. Wilson said he’d got some family thing to deal with, so he came

“Family thing?”

know

“I see. So will

very glad

“OK.”

arms, Rita walked across the hall to the

shrill voice come out

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

high-pitched and anguished

where the sound came from and saw a man curling up on the

sat on the couch

thin lips parted with indifference,

traitor can only die after he is stabbed in the ribs

No exceptions.

he would never allow

his order, the boy in black at the side

only the

still ninety-three

one who had been through knew

floor got strained when he saw the sharp knife in this young man’s hand. His

no… Mr. Wilson,

anxious to notice the wet floor, so he slipped on the floor and fell to Rita with

startled

but fell to the ground

was grabbed by

not dare to

reborn, she was only

bloody scene. Gripped by a feeling of fear and panic, she could not help trembling. Then

surprised

heart

Damn it.

did she come

and fell ill. At that time,

not compare with

cared about Rita so much now. If she was scared and ran away, or she

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