Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 111

“Rita’s here! Rita, come!”

Just when Rita was stunned, she heard Jim's voice.

She smiled and quickly came to sit next to him, and called out sweetly, "Grandpa."

"Rita, you honestly tell Grandpa, did Liam annoy you?" Jim grabbed her hand and asked.

Seeing Jim so worried, Rita shook her head immediately and said, "No, he treats me very well."

Jim looked suspiciously at them who seemed to be well, thinking whether they were really getting along well.

After a few seconds, he patted her hand lovingly and said, "That's good if so. Seeing you two are getting along well, I even want to stay a few more days here with you."

After saying, Jim motioned to Mrs. Davis to move his luggage to the second floor.

At this moment, Rita's smile froze slightly.

She wondered why Jim thought outside the box.

Shouldn't he be relieved to hear that they didn't quarrel and then he goes back to his old house?

Why did he even want to stay more days?

Although she felt a little strange about Jim's decision, Rita didn't show it on her face. She agreed with a smile and said, "No problem, grandpa, you can live as long as you want."

"What do you think, Liam?" Jim raised his eyes and looked at Liam who had been silent.

Liam glanced at Jim and finally looked at Rita, "I have no objection if Rita agreed."

In the past, every time Jim proposed to move over to live with Liam, Liam would obstruct it for various reasons.

However, today, he actually agreed!

Facing such an answer, Jim was somewhat surprised.

Then in an instant, he glanced at the doting expression on Liam's face and smiled instantly.

Jim felt that after a few days, Liam had changed a lot.

He had learned how to love his wife.

Well, Jim thought it was good. It meant, his education of Liam had not been in vain in the past years.

He might be able to get a great-grandson soon.

Thinking about this, Jim felt even better.

"Liam, come and play chess with me?"

“Okay.”

When they played chess, Rita was beside them peeling apples for Jim.

While the two were attentively playing chess, she quietly looked at the incomparably elegant man in opposite to her, and then lowered her head into thought.

Since she learned the truth from Jacob last night, she seemed to have changed her feeling for Liam slightly.

She could no longer ignore his every move, such as the morning kiss today.

Thinking of that now, she still felt her face blushed.

Now, she didn't know how to face him anymore.

Since she was distracted and her hand holding the knife was too hard, the sharp blade instantly cut off the fruit skin and cut her thumb.

Along with the pain and the oozing of blood, she subconsciously let out a muffled groan.

She bit her lip and quickly pulled a few sheets from the paper box to wipe off the blood stains.

The next second, with a big hand suddenly snatched the tissue from her hand, Liam said, "Don't move, I'll take a disinfectant swab and alcohol to wipe it for you."

Liam looked at her with his dark eyes filled with pity.

Before Rita could answer back, he got up and walked to the cabinet next to him, taking out the medical disinfection and dressing tools.

“Give me your hand.” Liam sat down beside her again and said.

his voice sounded gentle, but Rita felt a sense of oppression in this voice that could not be refused.

She pursed her lips and said, "It's just a little wound. It is no need to..."

Before she finished, Liam stretched his palm up to her.