Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 35

"It's not simple."

'Young man, this wasn't a simple matter at all!'

It was only after hearing Rita's words that Liam realized that he had failed to express his feelings clearly just now.

"Don't get me wrong. I just meant to sleep in the same room." He added, reached out to grab the quilt that Rita had been holding tightly in her arms, and then placed it on the bed.

Rita was shocked and was in a state of alert. "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to sleep standing up?"

The man tilted his head to look at Rita. Seeing that she didn't retort, he threw her quilt onto the bed. "You're still having a fever. I allow you to sleep on the bed tonight."

"No, thanks. I'll just sleep on the ground." Hearing that, Rita went to pull her quilt.

"OK, I'm welcome you to sleep on the ground with me at any time." As soon as Liam said that, the woman's hand, which was holding the quilt, suddenly loosened.

Seeing this scene, the man smiled bitterly in his heart.

She really didn't want to have any contact with him. She let go of the quilt so quickly!

Without thinking about it, he went to the ground with his quilt.

Seeing that the man was lying down, Rita lay back on the bed.

However, she lay on the bed which was the furthest away from the man.

With her back to the man, she didn't dare to fall asleep.

Only when the man's breathing became heavy did she dare to close her eyes and fall asleep.

Perhaps because she was too sleepy, she fell asleep in less than a minute.

At this time, the man on the ground opened his eyes.

In the moonlight, he looked sideways at the woman curling up on the bed, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions ...

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The next day.

In the dining room.

Liam lowered his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. Then, he glanced at a room on the second floor as if he didn't mean to do it.

The door was still closed!

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the hot soup on the table.

"Mrs. Davis, the soup is cold."

"Mr. Wilson, I'll heat it up for you right away." Mrs. Davis didn't understand what he meant. She reached out to take the soup on the table.

The man frowned.

He closed the magazine, lifted his legs, and walked out. "Send it to her."

Mrs. Davis was obviously stunned, and then she grinned from ear to ear. "OK, OK, I'll send it to Mrs. Wilson now."

"Ha ha, the silly boy finally opens his heart."

"He finally knows to care about his wife."

As soon as Mrs. Davis touched the soup bowl, she seemed to think of something and shrank back. "Mr. Wilson, it's better for you to send the soup in person."

"Well?" The man suddenly looked up.

"I ... I have a stomachache!" Before Liam could say anything, Mrs. Davis covered her stomach and rushed to the bathroom.

Liam glanced at the soup on the table hesitantly, and finally picked it up and walked to the second floor.

In the bathroom, when Mrs. Davis looked at the man who went upstairs through the crack in the door, she couldn't help but smile.

She quickly took out her mobile phone and reported the latest progress of the two of them to the Master of the Wilson family.

At this time, in the room.

Liam opened the door.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Rita suddenly opened her eyes.

When she saw the man coming in, she quickly sat up.

"Are you awake?" Liam ignored her vigilant look and walked over.

Without an indifferent expression, he handed the soup to her and said, "Chicken soup, drink it while it's still hot."

Rita looked at the chicken soup in front of her in shock for a second, and then she reached out to take it.

It seemed that he had noticed her petty action just now, the man added, "Don't get me wrong. Mrs. Davis had a stomachache and asked me to help her bring it up."

He didn't want to bring it up.

Not at all.