Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 22

"What?" Rita was confused.

'Him? Who is he referring to?'

But before long, she understood what he meant.

Did he think she liked the man named Oliver?

If it were before, she would have been happy that he had misunderstood, thinking he didn't hate her so much and was jealous. But now she knew that he was only worried about his fame.

She looked away and said, "I don't like him."

She had used all her strength to love him. Now her heart was broken and she couldn't love anyone.

"Good. That kind of man is too much for you to handle," Liam said. The anger in his eyes faded a little when he heard her answer.

He glanced at her, and his gaze was fixed on her short shoulder-length hair.

'She had her hair cut? Didn't she always like long hair? But this hairstyle is nice. It suits her well and makes her look exquisite.'

"If there's nothing else you want to talk about, I'm going to my room."

Seeing that she was leaving, Liam regained his senses.

Looking at her wrist, which Oliver had held a while before, he got angry again. He carried her on his shoulder and began walking to the second floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she shouted. Hanging upside down on his shoulder made her dizzy.

She clenched her hands into fists and punched him on the back to protest. "Let me down! Now!"

"Be quiet!" With a frown, he spanked her.

"You ... don't touch me!" His intimate action made Rita blush.

He ignored what she said, and warned in a cold voice, "Do as I say if you do not want to get spanked again."

'What?'

Rita was very angry but dared not to fire back.

Afraid that he would spank her again, she remained quiet.

Soon she was put in the bathtub by Liam.

'A bathtub? What does this mean?'

Standing in the bathtub, Rita looked at him in confusion. "What do you want?"

"Mrs. Davis!" Liam ignored Rita and turned his head to shout towards the door.

Soon Mrs. Davis hurried in. "Mr. Wilson, what do you want me to do?"

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

Liam pointed to the areas on Rita's body where Oliver had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here, and here. Rub hard until the filth is off. Throw her clothes away."

When he held her, he smelled man's perfume.

It gave him a headache.

"Why do you want to throw away my clothes?"

Rita grabbed her clothes tightly, refusing to do as he said.

The clothes were her birthday gift from her mother.

Although old–fashioned, they were her favorite.

Seeing that she refused to get rid of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said grimly, "If you are unwilling to take them off, I’ll do it for you."

Suddenly, he began approaching her.

Before she knew it, he was close enough to cast his shadow over her.

And became closer!

And now he was so close she could see the pores on his face. Her heart was pounding.

As he reached out, Rita covered her chest with her hands and took a few steps back. "Don't come over! Stay away from me!"

"Have you made up your mind? Will you take them off yourself or do you want me to help you?" he asked, his sharp eyes fixed on her.

Rita was so irritated she picked up the comb and threw at him. "Get out!"

He tilted his head and the comb missed. "Mrs. Davis, do as I say!" With that, he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Rita breathed a sigh of relief. "What's wrong with him?"

"Mrs. Wilson, what did you do? Mr. Wilson was so angry," Mrs. Davis asked worriedly while putting red petals into the bath.

"I don't know."

Rita spread out her hands with a bitter smile.

But Mrs. Davis kept asking, so Rita told her what happened that morning.

After listening to the whole thing, Mrs. Davis seemed to perceive something unusual and smiled.

"Mrs. Davis, do you think this is funny?" Rita blinked in confusion.

"I am happy for you, Mrs. Wilson," Mrs. Davis explained.

"Happy for me?" Rita looked surprised.

"Yes, you have done so much for Mr. Wilson. Now he has finally realized how good you are to him and developed feelings for you."

"Mrs. Davis, you are funny." Rita chuckled out loud, completely disagreeing to what Mrs. Davis had said.

Everyone in F City knew how much Liam disliked her.

How could he have feelings for her?

It was impossible.

Seeing that Rita didn't believe her, Mrs. Davis continued, "Mrs. Wilson, think about it. If Mr. Wilson doesn't like you, how could he be so angry just because another man grabbed your arm? He was clearly jealous."

"Well ..." Rita didn't know how to retort. Mrs. Davis's analysis seemed to make sense.

Liam did seem weird today, but she was sure it was not what Mrs. Davis said.

It was impossible that he had feelings for her. She had known this from the previous life.

But Rita couldn't explain to Mrs. Davis what happened in her previous life, so she just lay in the tub with a headache and no longer responded to what Mrs. Davis said.

She decided to leave things as they were.

After the bath, Rita went downstairs to eat.

As soon as she stepped into the dining room, she saw Liam in his seat.

She gave a cold glance at him, then chose the seat farthest from him and sat down.

"Where did you go last night?" he demanded immediately. She could feel his chilly stare on her body.

He had really been weird lately.

Before, he couldn't care less about her, but now he was asking about her whereabouts.

It was strange.

Even though she was confused, Rita began eating and said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Wilson."

"Rita Brown!"

"Yes. Is there something else?" Rita asked with a smile, as if she didn't notice how angry he was.

"Nothing."

Her smirk pissed him off. He felt as if there was a stone in his chest. He had to vent his anger out.

Rita continued to eat, totally ignoring him.

She used to be always careful around him for fear of annoying him.

Now, she just did whatever she wanted to do and stayed happy. Nothing else mattered.

If one day he couldn't stand her anymore and decided to divorce her, that would be the best, and she'd even laugh in her dream.

Liam stared at Rita for a long time. His face betrayed no emotions. No one knew what he was thinking.

He tapped the table rhythmically with a grim aura.

Suddenly, he pulled out his phone.

"You don't have to come over, Jacob. I no longer want to see the suspect who touched Rita's phone."

Rita's heart thumped, and she looked up at Liam.

She swallowed hard nervously and gave him the most beautiful smile she could ever give.