Sweet Divorce

Chapter 185 Your Bio Father

“Li…Liam.”

The cold expression of his told Rita that he must had mistaken.

Hurriedly, she thrust Oliver away and explained. “Liam, listen to me, it’s not what you saw, I did not do anything with him.”

“So there’s some problem with my eyes?” Liam threw back.

“Nah, I mean…”

“You lied, sweetie. You just kissed me, how can you deny it.”

Oliver uttered while Rita was racking her brain to think of a proper explanation, his tone accusing. “Sweetie, you’re a bad girl.”

Rita could feel jealousy seeping out from Liam.

Her back was stiff was she saw that dark face of her boyfriends, she whirled abruptly to rebuke Oliver. “Stop raving, you mad drunkie! I...hey! Don’t you fall asleep, you have to explain this!”

She reached her hands out to sway the Oliver, trying to keep him awake but failing. Oliver just fell asleep.

Rita froze.

Hello? Seriously?

You can’t do me like that!

How is she going to explain to Liam now? How is she going to end this farce?

Oh, god! Please! Take Oliver away from me.

Her head ached when she looked at him now. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Explain it to me.”

Liam announced in a plain voice. “If I tell you that he’s dunk,” Rita smiled bitterly, “would you believe me?”

“I believe you”

His answer relieved Rita. “I knew my dear boyfriend isn’t some needy, possessive guy. You are a man of sane. He got so drunk and had no idea what he’s doing.”

Liam loved how Rita called him, but was it true that Oliver’s drunk?

He doubted that.

Oliver might’ve drank, but that didn’t mean that it was alcohol that made him kiss Rita.

He peered at Oliver in the sofa and raised his eyebrows. “I’ll take that he’s drunk.”

“Huh?” Rita was a little puzzled.

Liam withdrew his eyes and laid them at Rita’s lips.

And then jealously, he kissed Rita, trying to replace Oliver’s smell on her lips with his. “This is your punishment.”

She could only be his.

He kissed fiercely, Rita could not duck it.

Only a few seconds passed and her lips started to hurt. “It hurts.” She said grievously.

Her murmuring softened Liam. Unwillingly, he let go of Rita.

He looked down on Rita and demanded. “Don’t you kiss other man ever again!”

“I didn't kiss him. he got drunk and made a move a me.” Sulkily, she said, her mouth pouty.

“Oh.” Liam said curtly and didn't feel sorry at all. “Before I left, I told you no male creature was allowed to be in this apartment. Did you take it for a joke, Rita?”

“This doesn't count, he found here himself!” Rita protested.

“I only see the result.” Oliver was in this house now.

Rita was at a loss.

“What are you going to do with him?” Liam glanced at Oliver lying in the sofa and asked.

Helplessly, Rita fanned out her hands. “He’s my friend after all, I can’t just ditch him. let him sleep in the living room tonight, I’ll send him home tomorrow.”

Liam then thought of something, and his tone was softened. “Then?”

“Then?” what then?

Confused, Rita blinked.

Liam leaned forward and whispered to her ear. “What about me?”

“You?”

“Lillian took my room, now he took my sofa…where do I sleep tonight?” He smiled as he said, and wrapped Rita in his arms. “Can I share your bed?”

Liam had been unapproachable for most of the time, but when it came to sex, he’s a totally different person.

He made Rita blush every time.

Right now Rita’s face was burning.

Rita chewed her lip and answered. “Alright, you can share my bed.”

Liam didn't expect her to agree so easily and quickly.

His eyes glimmered. “Are you sure, Rita?”

“I am.”

The coldness in his eyes vanished completely when Rita nodded. He wrapped his arms around her gently and said in a domineering tone. “You can’t regret.”

And he would not give her the chance to, never.

“You can have my bed tonight, I’ll sleep with Lillian instead.” Rita pointed at Lillian, who just came from the kitchen with some tea. Rita smiled, her eyes narrowing.

Liam smiled wryly when he understood what Rita meant.

No wonder she agreed so quickly.

He kind of regretted telling Rita that no male was allowed to enter the room. He should’ve said no one but him could enter the room.

Because…

They always spoil things.

The three of them went back to their rooms after a meal.

As the dark descended, Oliver opened his eyes slowly.

He raised his eyes to look at the bedrooms. Frustration, bitterness and jealousy stirred inside him and turned into a weary smile on his face.

“I know it’s impossible, why can’t you just let go?”

You’re such a loser, Oliver.

Reclining against the sofa, he reached for the beer on the table and drained it.

He had started to like the smell of alcohol, but he did not know when exactly. It’s like he would not think of Rita only when he’s drunk, and his heart would hurt so much too.

Someone woul lose sleep tonight.

When Rita woke up the next morning, she found no sign of Oliver but a note on the table.

It said “Thanks.” Rita smiled slightly. “Guess he’s sober now.”

Then her phone rang.

It was Isabella, Rita answered the call immediately. “Hello.”

“Rita, the thing you asked me to do yesterday, it’s done.”

Abruptly, Rita’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

On the other side of the phone, Isabella stared at the paternity test application record of SK hospital and paused for a few second. “Tom hacked the hospital’s medical record system. We search for the name Amelia and found that your grandma made a paternity test of you and your parents two years ago. The result was the same as that of the report Michael gave you. You are not related to Noah and Zoe by blood.”

Rita felt a sudden squeeze at her heart, her eyes became red.

She’s not a brown.

That’s why Amelia treated her differently than Charlotte.

That’s why the Brown was so grim when they decide to abandon her. That’s why Amelia could give up her pride and knelt down before her for Charlotte.

“Are you alright? Rita.”

Isabella asked, her voice thick with concern.

Rita repressed the sadness and replied. “I’m alright.”

“Good.” Isabelle took a sigh of relief, and then continued. “We found more than just the test of you and the Browns. We found another test of you and someone else.”

“Who?” Rita frowned.

“Your real father.”

Rita paused. Her real father!