Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 8

Seeing the man pressing on her, Rita’s eyes were wide open.

She slapped the man in anger. "Don't touch me!"

Clap!

The sound of a loud slap rang across the room.

The man's cheeks reddened.

"Damn you!” Liam held her neck, and his eyes were cold like a sharp knife.

The throat tingled and Rita's face was full of pain.

Her little hands clawed at the big hand, trying to get a little room to breathe, but the more she struggled to be free, the man's hand clawed harder. Because of the lack of oxygen her face turned purple.

"Ahem ... Ahem ... let go of me!"

The man glanced at the woman and flung her away in annoyance.

He should be calm, but why could this woman stir him up every time!

Originally, he was just acting kind, but he didn’t know that he would be treated as a bad person by this stupid woman.

Shit!

"I'm not that mad to have sex with a woman like you!" The man snorted coldly and slapped the door with a grumpy face.

Looking at the closed door, Rita’s tight nerves stretched.

The next second, she paralyzed in bed.

The discomfort of the fever seemed to rush into the senses as she relaxed, and then Rita found herself sick again.

Liam was not meant to be bully her, but to…

Rita glanced at the left hand, which was still feeling numb at the moment. She was slightly embarrassed.

***

Liam was in a bad mood as he was slapped for no reason.

The whole morning, he was so fretful that he disliked everyone.

The project manager, looking at the man's grumpy face, carefully handed over a document, "Mr. Wilson, this is today's schedule of the case."

Liam glanced at the document and slapped it on the table.

As he looked up at the manager, his eyes were full of displeasure, "The project of C City has been proceeded for two months, and this is what I get, huh?"

"Mr. Wilson, we had a problem with the supplier of raw materials last month, so …"

The project manager trembled to explain, but didn’t dare to finish his sentence when looking at the man in the eye. He swallowed in panic.

At this point, the manager's back was sweating that the white shirt was all wet.

"You have another month, and if I don't see a satisfactory progress, you will get fired!” Liam’s voice was not loud but with a feeling of pressure, so that the project manager held his breath and nodded hard.

"Liam, why are you so angry today?"

Outside the door came a curious voice, then a man in a floral shirt walked in. That’s Jacob Thompson.

Jacob winked at the project manager. The project manager hurried to pick up the document quickly retreated out of the hellish place.

When the door was closed again, Jacob's eyes fell on the angry man on the opposite. "Who made my brother angry? He must be tired of life."

"That woman is surely tired of life!” Thinking of what happened this morning, Liam got angrier.

"Although he didn’t mention the name, Jacob quickly figured out who the woman was.

In this world, the only person who can make his brother so irritated should be Rita.

"That stupid woman pestered you again? Did she make a scene?" Jacob raised his eyebrow and picked up a purple grape on the table into his mouth, his beautiful eyes pressed into a line.

Liam soothed his eyebrows, “She didn’t."

"So how did she mess with you?" Jacob's curious eyes were wide open.

The thought of the woman’s slap annoyed him again. He didn’t answer Jacob’s question but pinched his nose in headache.

Seeing he had no intention to tell, Jacob didn’t ask any more.

He glanced at the man's fretful appearance, and smirked, suggesting, "Liam, it is said that a nice new bar is opened in the east of the city and that there are bevies of beautiful women, let's go there and have fun?"

Liam, though not a fan of the lively crowd, soon agreed.

He arranged his work schedule and drove away with Jacob.

When Jacob arrived at address, Liam glanced at his side and found the bar was right near the Browns house.

Huh.

He really cannot escape from Browns.

The man thought ironically, leaning his back on his seat and letting Jacob take him to the bar.

***

At this point, the Wilson family.

The phone rang, Rita looked at the words mom, eyes started to be bleary.

She calmed her emotions quickly and couldn't wait to get the phone, "Mom?"