Sweet Divorce

Chapter 202 Should I Feed You

“Ahh!”

Rose fell heavily to the floor, skinning her elbow.

Pain raced up her arm and she sucked in a breath, a sinister rage lighting up in her breast.

But as intense at it was, she didn’t dare speak out.

After all, the man who’d kicked were was the famous Liam Wilson.

She didn’t even dare offend the name.

Much less the man.

“Rose!” Seeing her fall, Mason couldn’t help but glare at Liam. “Don’t you think you’re going too far, Wilson?!”

Seeing Mason be so protective of her, Rose jolted.

She hadn’t thought that such a useless man would dare offend authority to keep her safe. She felt a sway of emotion.

“I’m going too far?!”

Liam narrowed his eyes, cold gaze sweeping Rose on the ground and then falling on Mason.

As if, in the next second, he was going to skin them alive. “Aren’t you the ones who’re going too far?”

It was these people who bullied his Rita first.

A kick was letting them of easy.

“Whichever way things go, we’re Rita’s aunt and uncle.” Mason helped Rose up, clenching his teeth. “What we do with Rita is family business. What makes you think you can butt in, Mr. Wilson? If I’m remembering things correctly, you’re divorced with her already. The most you could call yourself is an ex-husband!”

Mason’s words dropped like a nuke.

The already hostile living room grew deathly silent, and everyone gasped.

As calculating as always, Amelia noticed how Liam’s eyes were narrowing and realized it wasn’t good.

She knew full well what the results were when offending a man like this.

One Charlotte was enough for the Brown family. Nobody else should get hurt.

Before Liam could do anything, Amelia slapped Mason across the face. “You’re getting too big for your britches! Whether or not Liam is divorced from Rita or not, he’s the only Brown grandson-in-law that I acknowledge!”

Amelia’s work in boosting Liam’s reputation brought a better light to his dark expression.

Seeing that, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, she refused to let her guard down.

Taming a tiger was difficult business.

“Get out there and kneel. You can come back on after you realize where you went wrong.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At her command, as unwilling as they were, Mason and Rose could only go with it. They mumbled assent and knelt in the yard as instructed.

“Don’t take your aunt and uncle personally, Liam. They say things sometimes.” Amelia looked at the man and smiled it off. “Have you had breakfast yet? If not, you could have it with Rita?”

“Sure.”

Seeing the man agree, Amelia got someone to bring up another set of utensils. “Right, Liam, watch over Rita and make sure she finishes the full bowl of porridge. It’s good for her stomach and saves us some bellyaching too.”

Liam frowned and looked at the girl in his arms. “You’ve got a stomachache?”

“No.” Rita shook her head.

But before the denial even landed, Zoe butted in again. “Tut tut… someone’s tummy hurt so badly she was crying in Mommy’s arms all night until here eyes are all swollen this morning.”

With her mother poking holes in her story once again, Rita flinched.

Before she could recover, Liam pulled her next to the table and pushed a bowlful of porridge in front of her. “Do you want to eat it yourself, or should I feed you?”

At his mild words, Rita’s brow knotted.

It seemed like two choices, but thinking about it realistically, that left her with only one choice, didn’t it?!

Looked like he was as imperious as always.

“So you want me to feed you, then?” Seeing her stand still, Liam took up his spoon.

Seeing that, Rita snatched the spoon and said exasperatedly, “I’ll eat it myself. Myself, okay?”

“Good girl.”

Liam rubbed her head full of sleek hair, his tightly wound mouth arcing up into a smile.

Seeing that, Amelia, Noah and Zoe exchanged a glance and returned silently to their own rooms, leaving the dining room to the couple.

Rita bent her head over her porridge, glancing at the man across her as he dined elegantly. Complicated emotions ran through her.

She’d thought that with all the wounds she’d dealt him, he wouldn’t come back for her again.

And yet-

He seemed completely fine?!

Was she not harsh enough?

“Does it hurt?” She was meandering with her head low when Liam’s demand came next to her ear.

Rita blinked and stared at him, confused. “What?”

Liam looked at her swollen eyes, frowning. “Your stomach.”

Hearing that, Rita’s grip tightened on her spoon.

Then she spoke mildly. “I’m fine.”

“Fine with your eyes like that?” Liam evidently didn’t believe her. “From today on, no cold drinks or spicy food, and eat three meals a day on time.”

The words were stern, but every syllable dripped with concern.

Rita’s heart throbbed, but she didn’t dare show it.

She bit down on her lip, reminding herself with the pain not to soften or waver.

Since she’d taken the first step, she couldn’t give up halfway.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed all her feelings, pretended not to hear anything, and continued to eat.

Liam took the brunt of her ignoring him.

If someone else had done that, he might have lost his temper.

But now…

“I’ll have Mrs. Davis pack up her things to your apartment south of the city. She’ll look after your daily life and meals and I can rest easy.”

Mrs. Davis moving to her apartment?

Faced with his decision, Rita refused coldly. “I don’t want strangers in my home.”

“That’s…”

“Take your time, Mr. Wilson. I’ve got class later on, so I’ll be going ahead.” Liam had wanted to say something, but Rita had already gotten up.

She’d taken all of two steps out when she remembered something and stopped without turning around. “Please don’t come and go so casually from now on. There’s nothing between us, after all.”

With that, Rita stepped out, not once turning to look.

“I traced your call and text records from the night that things went down.” She’d only managed to take another step when the man’s sonorous voice rang out from behind.

Thump.

Rita jolted as if stabbed and grew white.

He – he traced her calls and texts?!

Did he suspect why she was breaking up, then?

Rita stood rooted to the spot, starting to panic because of that one sentence.

Thankfully, her mental fortitude was up to the task. She steadied her feelings and reminded herself not to panic. What did it prove even if he found she’d contacted Michael?

She played it cool. “Oh, so? What are you trying to say?”