Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 7

"Bastard, let go of me, Uh ... Uh ..."

Suddenly, Rita’s mouth was covered by a large hand, and her words became garbled.

By the dim lights, she looked at the man on her body, her eyes full of panic.

What was he doing?

Was he coming to her to have sex and satisfy his physical needs?

No!

She would never bear the pain and humiliation of suffocation again!

Rita struggled desperately with scarlet eyes and wanted to get rid of the man's control.

"Rest assured. I could never have that intention on you.” It seemed that he can read her mind, the man frowned, “I will let you go, but the premise is that… can you calm down and listen to me?"

Rita was baffled. She nodded hard.

Once the man let go, she pushed him away and quickly got out of bed.

Even if she was sweating because of her painful left leg, she walked as fast as she could to the farthest corner, keeping a safe distance from the man."

Perhaps she was still frightened of that cruel night in the previous life. Rita was on alert like a frightened cat.

It seemed that if the man dared to come closer, she would be ready to attack.

"Who … who let you in, get out, get out!” Rita howled, protecting her chest in panic. She was shuddering.

The man frowned and said, “Tonight, I sleep here."

What did he mean by sleeping here?

Did it mean…

The more she thought about it, the more she tightened her body again. She looked around and found the vase beside her.

This thing should work well if it hits the head.

Found her weapon, she grabbed it quickly.

"Grandpa is forcing me to produce him a child with you. So tonight, we're going to have to perform a show and stay in one room.” The man explained again.

So it is.

Phew!

She put her vase back with a soft sigh of relief.

In this life, grandpa still insisted in having a grandson.

In order to make Liam cooperate, he also let Mrs. Davis eavesdrop.

She presumed that Mrs. Davis should be outside the door tonight.

"Well. She looked way from the door and gazed at the man, "It's OK to play with you, but I have two conditions."

"Tell me." The man looked at her, eyes full of surprise. The woman was getting more and more interesting.

"First, we must sleep in separate beds. Second, we must not have sex."

"I'm afraid I should say that to you." The man looked at her and smiled ironically.

Recalling what she did in attempt to conceive a Wilson, Rita was somewhat embarrassed.

According to the analysis of the previous life, Liam was probably not even interested in her body.

She should be assured.

Rita ignored the man's sarcasm and came to the closet in the dark.

She fumbled bedding from the cupboard and spread it out on the wooden floor. "Now that there's an agreement, let’s decide who sleeps in bed and who sleeps on the floor."

"You decide." Liam squinted at her, giving her the right to choose again.