Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 219

“Rita, I know you still care about me.”

Rita was thinking about how to appease Liam when Michael hugged her again. “I know it. It’s not just talk when you wrote the love letter and said you liked me.”

Rita’s eyes rounded at his words.

Love letter?

She liked Michael?

Well…

When did it happen? How come she never knew?

But it was not the point whether it happened or not. The point was that she, out of the corner of her eye, saw Liam was growing more and more furious.

This ordinary living room seemed to become unadulterated hell suddenly where Liam became the bloodthirsty Satan, saturnine and frightening.

As if he was going to kill everyone in the room the next moment.

His eyes, and his look were too forbidding.

In a cold sweat, Rita was unnerved by him.

Drat!

She had not figured out how to calm Liam yet, but Michael ignited Liam’s anger again.

Well done – Liam bristled with rage now.

Rita did not want Liam to take it out on her, so she pushed Michael away. “Nonsense. Michael, when did I write you a love letter and say I like you?”

She didn’t and hadn’t done that.

‘Dear, don’t say that again… You maybe have had enough of your life, but I haven’t. I’m afraid that he would skin us alive.’ Rita said to herself.

Gloomy, Michael frowned at her reply. “Rita, you really wish to disassociate yourself from me, right? So much so that…” you would lie about it.

Michael did not spit out the following words.

He lifted his eyes to stare at the pretty girl standing in front of him, with a trace of disappointment and sadness flickering across his eyes.

Michael looked so sad, which made Rita begin to doubt herself – did she really sent him a love letter?

They did know each other back then.

But that was all, and they were not so familiar to meet in private.

Most importantly, she had had a crush on someone when she was young, but it was definitely not Michael. Besides, she had never written a love letter.

But why would Michael say that?

Where did it go wrong?

She was still bemused when someone spoke with indifference behind her. “Mr. Davies, Rita does not like you, so drop the act. Got it?

But… I must say, Mr. Davies, you really put much effort to alienate my girlfriend from me, and you even think of this ridiculous excuse.”

Michael did not want to mention it again, but he was stung by Liam’s sarcasm.

He gave a cold smile. “Mr. Wilson, don’t make fun of me. I do not have the guts to act in front of you.”

Not to be outdone, Michael took out a piece of yellowed paper from his wallet while speaking.

Then he unfolded it carefully and held it to Liam’s eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be able to recognize Rita’s writing, then you can see if it is from her.”

Liam crinkled his eyes and looked at the words.

“Dear Michael:

I know it might be abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to accept, but I have to tell you –

I like you.

I really, really like you.

There were about five hundred words in this moving letter. And Liam’s face was dark with rage.

Because this beautiful handwriting was from Rita indeed.

Michael hadn’t lied?

Rita really had had a crush on him?

Liam narrowed his eyes impassively, with unknown feelings in them.

Out of curiosity, Rita also peeped at the letter.

Then she was shocked when she saw it.

Why was it her handwriting?