Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 203

Liam didn’t rush to answer Rita’s question. He simply dipped his head and continued to eat porridge.

One sip.

Two sips.

Three sips down, he continued, “I thought you’d been threatened to break up with me, and yet… you didn’t have any communications from that night.”

As Liam spoke, Rita’s nervous body tensed.

As she listened to the end, her unease and fear turned into Bewilderment with a capital B.

No… no communications?!

That wasn’t right, she had a conversation with Michael.

Why didn’t Liam find out about that?

Was it that-

Someone wiped her logs?

Even though she didn’t understand where things had taken a turn, the real reason behind her breakup hadn’t come out, and her heart slid back down her throat to rest in her torso.

Rita took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and sneered, playing the ice queen until the end. “I said from the beginning that there was no threat and no inside story. I never loved you. Believe me this time?”

Behind her, Liam continued to eat his porridge without replying. “…”

Rita took his silence as acknowledgement.

As expected, he believed it.

That was best.

Rita took her gaze back from the man’s cold figure. “Now that you’re apprised of the situation, please refrain from disturbing me from now on, Mr. Wilson. Thank you.”

Rita left again, and Liam didn’t stop her.

He stooped his head and continued to eat his porridge. He even tried some of the side dishes, giving a serious compliment. “That’s nice.”

Standing to the side, Jacob’s mouth twitched. “The bunny’s going to run if you don’t chase after her, you know.”

Liam raised his head to look at the girl’s slim silhouette, his thin lips curving. “It’s no rush.”

No rush?!

Right…

Like hell it isn’t.

Somebody had been so anxious over where their wife had gone he’d staked out in the car all night.

Now he was saying there was no rush – what kind of idiot would buy it?

He was betting that in five seconds, Liam “no rush” was going to run out after her.

Jacob shot a sidelong look at Liam as the man ate his porridge leisurely, his hands counting off behind his back.

One! The man wasn’t moving.

Two! The man wasn’t moving.

…

Four!

The seated man remained still. Jacob cocked an eyebrow. Liam was really calm this time, eh?

But the thought faded.

Ever since the misunderstanding faded, Liam was no longer the Liam who treated Rita like she was part of the background. He was completely lovesick for her. The next second, he was definitely going to chase after her.

Five!

Jacob held up five fingers behind his back, but Liam still wasn’t moving.

Jacob was starting to doubt himself.

Er…

Had he miscalculated?

Lost, he examined Liam, still keeping count.

He did want to see how long Liam could last this time around.

Beep.

A text popped up on Liam’s phone.

The man lowered his head and opened it. It read, “Mr. Wilson, according to your wishes, we’ve escorted Ms. Brown to the car.”