Sweet Divorce
Chapter 35 It's Not Simple

"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.

"OK, I know." This man would never take the initiative to care about her in this life. Anyway, in her previous life, Liam didn't care about her until she died. "But, thank you all the same."

"Well."

Liam nodded. His eyes were dimmed for no reason.

Rita took a few sips of chicken soup and then looked at Liam, who was sitting on the sofa. "Have you made any progress in secretly investigating Isabelle?" "Everything is all right."

"Can you send someone to help me replace out what's the relationship between Isabelle and Charlotte?" Rita took a sip of chicken soup and looked at the man with hope.

As the person involved, it was too conspicuous for her to investigate in person. She was afraid that she would alert the enemy before she found out anything. "Charlotte?" the man's puzzled gaze fell on Rita.

In order to make the man willingly help her, she had no choice but to tell him about the meeting between Charlotte and Isabelle yesterday.

As expected, the man agreed readily after she finished that. "OK, I'll ask more people to pay attention to their connection."

Rita thought, 'This man is always so enthusiastic about Joey's matter.'

In the past, such a trivial thing might also make her feel bitter, but now she didn't feel anything.

After that day, the two of them seemed to have reached an agreement and did not mention anything about what happened that night. After getting better, Rita went back to school.

In the professional courses, which involved several classes, she naturally met with Charlotte.

She found an inconspicuous corner and wanted to hide herself. Unexpectedly, Charlotte sat next to her.

"Rita, where did you go after signing up yesterday?" Suddenly, Charlotte asked.

Rita was shocked. 'Did she replace out that it wasn't Oliver who had overheard the conversation yesterday, but her?' 'Probably not.'

Rita faked a calm smile. "I went home, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Charlotte shook her head and took out the notebook, but didn't write anything for a long time.

Rita could tell that Charlotte had something on her mind, but she didn't say it out.

'What on earth made Charlotte want to say something but stop?'

Just as Rita was confused, she heard the two girls behind her were talking.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, Sophia fell from the stairs of the rooftop and fainted."

"It's said that her face was so bruised that no one could recognize her, and she even broke an arm! She was carried to the ambulance by the medical staff." The other girl also began to talk in amazement. "Humph, Sophia used to be so arrogant just because her family is rich. She must have been punished. She deserves it!" The other girl snorted, without any sympathy in her voice.

As soon as she said that, everyone immediately agreed with her.

"That's right. She deserves it!"

"You are right!."

They smiled at each other, and all of them thought she deserved the punishment.

At this moment, Rita, who was in front of them, stopped writing.

'Sophia fell from the rooftop?!'

"Falling by herself? How could she fall so miserably? I think she had offended someone, and he/she took revenge on her!" Suddenly, Rita heard a different voice.

Hearing that, Rita subconsciously tightened her grip on the pen again.

She suddenly understood what Charlotte meant when asking her that question.

It turned out that Charlotte suspected that she had taken revenge on Sophia.

"Rita," Seeing that Rita seemed to be deep in thought, Charlotte came over again. "Did you hear what they said just now?"

"Yes." Rita nodded emotionlessly and continued to take notes with her head lowered.

"Rita, it's true that Sophia didn't fall by herself. She was pushed down from the steps time and time again." Charlotte deliberately revealed the information to Rita, staring at Rita unblinkingly. She really wanted to replace some clues from Rita's expression.

Rita had already known what Charlotte was thinking, so she pretended to be shocked. "Really?"

Seeing the normal reaction of Rita, Charlotte was a little disappointed, but she continued to say, "Rita, do you really not know who pushed Sophia?"

"Charlotte, what do you mean? What on earth do you want to say?"

It seemed that Charlotte felt her displeasure, so she thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "That man took revenge on Sophia for you."

For her?

That man?!

Rita's shocked eyes were filled with astonishment. 'Who taught Sophia a lesson for me?'

She forced herself to come back to her senses and looked at Charlotte. "What's the physical characteristics of that man?"‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒