Sweet Divorce

Chapter 21 He was Furious

Liam looked at Rita. When he spoke, his tone was chilly and taunting.

Rita certainly noticed it, but she didn't bother to explain.

Anyway, she was already a bad woman in his eyes. It didn't matter if he misunderstood her even more.

To him, her silence meant she had admitted it. It enraged him.

He grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her towards the Wilson family's residence.

"Stop!" Oliver shouted as he got up from the ground.

When he saw that an angry Liam was about to take Rita away, he ran to catch up with them.

However, soon he was stopped by Jacob, who had blocked the way with a smirk." Mr. Roberts, long time no see!"

Oliver did not want to talk to him. "Get out of the way!"

"Mr. Roberts, you should stay away from that woman." Jacob smiled, but his grip on Oliver's arm was getting tighter.

Oliver sneered. Only then did he look at Jacob. "Oh? Now I am curious. Who is she? Why should I stay away from her?"

"Don't you remember her?" Jacob asked with a frown.

"Now that you say so, I do feel she is a little familiar." Oliver looked up again in the direction where Rita was going.

Jacob smiled and whispered to him, "She is Rita Brown."

"Rita Brown?"

Oliver muttered, feeling the name familiar. He had heard it somewhere before, but he could not remember where.

Seeing that Oliver still couldn't remember her, Jacob reminded him, "She is Mr. Wilson's wife."

"She is Rita Brown, the woman who stole her friend's husband and forced Liam to marry her?"

Jacob nodded. Oliver once again looked at Rita, who had reached a corner. But this time, he was wearing an unfathomable smile.

'Rita Brown? Huh! She is Rita Brown. Interesting! What an interesting woman!'

As his mind wandered, Rita went far and was out of sight. Oliver turned around, a touch of cunning flitted across his eyes.

"Mr. Roberts, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How about a drink today? My treat." Jacob suggested as he led Oliver towards the villa area. They worked in the same industry, so they were no strangers.

Oliver glanced at Jacob, who worked for Liam, snorted, "Sure. Why not? But I want the most beautiful woman to accompany me."

"No problem! You can choose whoever you like!"

When it came to women, the two of them talked like friends and went to the bar together. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

***

In the Wilson's house.

Bang!

Rita was tossed onto the sofa and gave a muffled grunt because of the pain and soreness.

She tried to sit up, but suddenly Liam grabbed her chin and leaned closer, overshadowing her petite figure.

He gazed down at her lips, remembering how Oliver had almost kissed them just now, the look in his eyes sharp like a blade. "Rita Brown, you are still my wife. We haven't gotten divorced yet. Even if you can't wait to marry someone else, you have to wait until we get our divorce certificates! What you did today is humiliating for my family. I won't allow it!"

'So, he is angry because he is afraid that my behavior would bring shame to his family.' Rita realized.

"OK, I got it," she replied. Then she pushed his hand away and met his eyes indifferently.

'She got it? Huh! Is she admitting to her relationship with Oliver?' Liam thought angrily.

The faint smile on Rita's face seemed so sarcastic at that moment, irritating him even more.

He was furious.

He squinted threateningly. "So you like him?"