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.

42 years

Rosa Anderson; Wife:

Address: F City.

Number: 188**** ****

following, but it was just a brief introduction of

the information, the Brook family was also a

later, Jackson

Good.

was relieved now that she had

twitched, then she put the papers into the drawer with her

still unknown when she would meet her biological

consider the feelings of her adopted parents, Zoe

had to put

when she looked at

the pen and wrote the

only four words in this one-thousand-word

“I like you.”

at “I

away the letter. Then she drove to Liam’s villa directly after she

after he went home

was at home when

Wilson, welcome back. I’m going to tell Mr.

Rita, and she turned at once to go to the garden and

her. The housemaid said, “Mr. Wilson said he’d got

“Family thing?”

know the

line. “I see. So will he be interrupted if I come to

must be very glad to see you.

“OK.”

her arms, Rita walked across the hall to

a shrill voice come out when she

of me. I’ll never tell your movements to anyone. I’m

high-pitched and anguished voice

where the sound came from and saw a man curling up

him, Liam sat on the

parted

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

No exceptions.

never allow any

his order, the boy in black at the side stepped

was only the

still ninety-three

the one who had been through knew how

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

Wilson, just kill me,

notice the wet floor, so he slipped on

was startled and

her but fell to

was grabbed by a cold and slimy hand. “Help,

did not

reborn, she was only

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

all surprised to

heart did

Damn it.

come in at

fell ill. At that

could not

much now. If she was scared and ran away, or

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