Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 145

“Calm down, Rita.”

Liam tried to retain his composure, but some scent floating over the air was numbing his head.

Frowning, he squeezed his hands grabbing Rita’s shoulders.

It’s not going to work this way.

He would soon not be able to retain his composure.

He reached for the sheet, intending to strap Rita with and then call Mrs. Davis to come help.

But he broke a glass bottle when he tried to grab the sheet. Rapidly, the content evaporated in the air, a strong scent swarmed up into Liam’s nose.

“Shit, it’s…” scowling, Liam tried to cover his nose with his hand so he would not sniff in the drug.

But it was too late. Soon, he became a beast controlled by lust.

***

The next day morning.

When the drug lost its effect, Rita came back to her consciousness slowly. She felt like her head was blowing.

She rubbed her head, and then opened her eyes.

She heard somebody knocking at the door. She tried to sit up. “Lillian, you awake?”

But when she saw the face of the person lying next to her, her face became pale instantly.

Shock and anger surged through her. What happened? Why is Liam here?

And he’s naked…

Her head was blank when she lowered her head and saw the hickeys around her neck and shoulder.

She froze for a moment. Then fury flared in her eyes, and she kicked Liam down the bed. Gritting her teeth, she grunted. “You are an asshole! Liam Wilson!”

Liam fell on the floor hard.

The pain woke him for an instant.

He did not say anything to defend himself though. No matter what, he did it to her, and that was the wrong thing to do.

“What happened, Lillian?”

The noise they made was too loud that Michael had heard them. “Open the door, Lillian. Let’s talk.”

A hint of complex emotion flashed in Rita’s eyes when she heard the name.

But right now she had no time to get deep into that. She grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom wrapped in the bed sheet.

She slammed shut the door. She leaned against the wall. After a long while, she still could not accept the situation.

She was drinking with Lillian last night. But how did he end up sleeping with Liam.

She put on her clothes, still confused.

When she whirled to return to the room, she spied something looking like a spray in the trash bin.

She halted her pace and bent to pick it up.

When she saw the instruction on it, her face became pale.

Why there was such in the room?

Her first thought was that Liam brought it. But soon she negated it. She knew Liam well enough that he wouldn’t play such a dirty trick.

Then it should come to...

Only she and Lillian knew their temporary accommodation. And if she and Liam was out of suspicion, then it could only be Lillian who brought it.

“Lillian, you called me to talk, didn't you? We will have the talk, I promise. Just open the door, please.” Outside the room rang again Michael’s voice, jarring Rita back to reality.

That’s impossible.

Her best friend would not set her up.

She wouldn’t.

She consoled herself. Then she tucked the spray in her pocket and walked out the bathroom.

When she returned to the room, Liam had put on his clothes.

Their eyes met, but no one talked.

Rita chewed her lips, then broke the silence. “Did Lillian call you last night?”

Liam said nothing, but Rita divined the answer from his expression.

Lillian called him.

She had held some hope, but now the hope was shattered.

Her body trembled.

The door then opened. Carrying breakfast in her hands, Lillian entered with Michael.