Sweet Divorce
Chapter 10 Suspicion from Liam

"What?"

He couldn't believe his ear. Liam was asking for Rita's information! He stared at Liam, looking astonished.

But when Liam turned to look at him coldly, he flinched, patted his chest and said, "No problem, I'll handle it." "Good, send me all materials in three days," Said Liam, raising his lips with satisfaction. But Jacob was sour-faced.

'Three days?'

He wasn't a superman, how could he accomplish it in such a short time? No matter how difficult the task was, glancing at Liam's cruel face, Jacob held back what he wanted to say.

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In the evening, feeling exhausted, Rita returned home.

The moment she stepped into the living room, she saw Liam was gracefully seated and having dinner in the dining room.

He took a sip of soup and frowned, "Mrs. Davis, did we change the cook?"

"No, we didn't."

"Why does it taste so bad and differ from before? It's hard to swallow!"

He put down his chopsticks in displeasure and frowned again.

Mrs. Davis came forth to have a look at the soup with concern, and explained, "It was Mrs. Wilson who made you soup in person before."

He was a bit shocked, feeling something stirred inside himself.

So he got used to the food made by her. He looked down at his soup. A mix of emotion spread over his face.

"Mr. Wilson, since Mrs. Wilson's back, if you would like some soup, why not let her make some for you?" Mrs. Davis turned to smile at Rita who had just come back, as if she had spotted some kind of chances. Mrs. Davis threw a look at Rita, signaling her to seize the opportunity and behave well.

Surely Rita understood her message, but she just politely raised her lips and lightly said, "Sorry, I forgot the recipe after the illness. Mrs. Davis, I'm tired. I'll just go to bed." And then she headed back to her

room.

Mrs. Davis was left confused in the living room, not knowing what to do.

'She forgot the recipe because of the fever?'

Even a three-year-old kid knew this was a lame excuse. Rita was only one step away from directly expressing her unwillingness to serve him.

Liam gaped after her for a moment and turned his head back in disdain to continue with his dinner. Mrs. Davis was standing aside and watching Liam frowned as he ate. She gave a dry laugh and said, "Mr. Wilson, do you want me to cook you another dish?"

"No."

Liam put down his chopsticks and got up. He strolled back to the bedroom he shared with Rita.

When he left, Mrs. Davis told old Mr. Wilson how they got along with each other just now.

Liam had hardly stepped into his bedroom when he received his grandpa's call. "Liam, did you bully Rita again?" asked Grandpa Jim. Hearing his questions, Liam was smart enough to know that Mrs. Davis must have told grandpa what happened just now.

His expression hardened a bit, but he answered in peace, "No, I listen to your words and I'm getting along well with her. We've been working hard on getting you a great grandchild." "Really?" Grandpa Jim was very skeptical about his grandson's obedience.

Liam covered the mouthpiece, bent down and grabbed Rita up. "What are you doing?" Rita screamed. They were so close that Rita's heart beat faster and her body became as tense as a straight line. She pushed Liam's chest hard, trying to escape from his arms, but he held her even tighter.

He leaned over, pressing his lips on her ear, and coldly said, "Since you have impressed the Brown family with West Blue Bay, you should do your duty and put on a show with me for Grandpa. After all, this is a quid pro quo, isn't it?"

'How did he know about what had happened at her home? Did it mean that...'

Rita suddenly stared at Liam with discontent, "You... sent someone to stalk me?"

"I don't have that much time to waste on you," Liam snorted in disdain, pinching her chin and raising his eyebrows, "But... The shrewdness you showed in your family did surprise me a little. I even wondered whether you're the real Rita!"