Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 22

"What?" Rita was confused.

'Him? Who is he referring to?'

But before long, she understood what he meant.

Did he think she liked the man named Oliver?

If it were before, she would have been happy that he had misunderstood, thinking he didn't hate her so much and was jealous. But now she knew that he was only worried about his fame.

She looked away and said, "I don't like him."

She had used all her strength to love him. Now her heart was broken and she couldn't love anyone.

"Good. That kind of man is too much for you to handle," Liam said. The anger in his eyes faded a little when he heard her answer.

He glanced at her, and his gaze was fixed on her short shoulder-length hair.

'She had her hair cut? Didn't she always like long hair? But this hairstyle is nice. It suits her well and makes her look exquisite.'

"If there's nothing else you want to talk about, I'm going to my room."

Seeing that she was leaving, Liam regained his senses.

Looking at her wrist, which Oliver had held a while before, he got angry again. He carried her on his shoulder and began walking to the second floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she shouted. Hanging upside down on his shoulder made her dizzy.

She clenched her hands into fists and punched him on the back to protest. "Let me down! Now!"

"Be quiet!" With a frown, he spanked her.

"You ... don't touch me!" His intimate action made Rita blush.

He ignored what she said, and warned in a cold voice, "Do as I say if you do not want to get spanked again."

'What?'

Rita was very angry but dared not to fire back.

Afraid that he would spank her again, she remained quiet.

Soon she was put in the bathtub by Liam.

'A bathtub? What does this mean?'

Standing in the bathtub, Rita looked at him in confusion. "What do you want?"

"Mrs. Davis!" Liam ignored Rita and turned his head to shout towards the door.

Soon Mrs. Davis hurried in. "Mr. Wilson, what do you want me to do?"

"Bathe Mrs. Wilson."

Liam pointed to the areas on Rita's body where Oliver had touched, and added in disgust, "Especially here, here, and here. Rub hard until the filth is off. Throw her clothes away."

When he held her, he smelled man's perfume.

It gave him a headache.

"Why do you want to throw away my clothes?"

Rita grabbed her clothes tightly, refusing to do as he said.

The clothes were her birthday gift from her mother.

Although old–fashioned, they were her favorite.

Seeing that she refused to get rid of the clothes that had another man's scent, Liam said grimly, "If you are unwilling to take them off, I’ll do it for you."

Suddenly, he began approaching her.

Before she knew it, he was close enough to cast his shadow over her.

And became closer!

And now he was so close she could see the pores on his face. Her heart was pounding.

As he reached out, Rita covered her chest with her hands and took a few steps back. "Don't come over! Stay away from me!"

"Have you made up your mind? Will you take them off yourself or do you want me to help you?" he asked, his sharp eyes fixed on her.

Rita was so irritated she picked up the comb and threw at him. "Get out!"