Sweet Divorce
Chapter 111 His Affection

"Rita's here! Rita, come!"

Just when Rita was stunned, she heard Jim's voice.

She smiled and quickly came to sit next to him, and called out sweetly, "Grandpa."

"Rita, you honestly tell Grandpa, did Liam annoy you?" Jim grabbed her hand and asked.

Seeing Jim so worried, Rita shook her head immediately and said, "No, he treats me very well."

Jim looked suspiciously at them who seemed to be well, thinking whether they were really getting along well.

After a few seconds, he patted her hand lovingly and said, "That's good if so. Seeing you two are getting along well, I even want to stay a few more days here with you."

After saying, Jim motioned to Mrs. Davis to move his luggage to the second floor.

At this moment, Rita's smile froze slightly.

She wondered why Jim thought outside the box.

Shouldn't he be relieved to hear that they didn't quarrel and then he goes back to his old house?

Why did he even want to stay more days?

Although she felt a little strange about Jim's decision, Rita didn't show it on her face. She agreed with a smile and said, "No problem, grandpa, you can live as long as you want." "What do you think, Liam?" Jim raised his eyes and looked at Liam who had been silent.

Liam glanced at Jim and finally looked at Rita, "I have no objection if Rita agreed."

In the past, every time Jim proposed to move over to live with Liam, Liam would obstruct it for various reasons.

However, today, he actually agreed!

Facing such an answer, Jim was somewhat surprised.

Then in an instant, he glanced at the doting expression on Liam's face and smiled instantly.

Jim felt that after a few days, Liam had changed a lot.

He had learned how to love his wife.

Well, Jim thought it was good. It meant, his education of Liam had not been in vain in the past years.

He might be able to get a great-grandson soon.

Thinking about this, Jim felt even better.

"Liam, come and play chess with me?"

"Okay."

When they played chess, Rita was beside them peeling apples for Jim.

While the two were attentively playing chess, she quietly looked at the incomparably elegant man in opposite to her, and then lowered her head into thought.

Since she learned the truth from Jacob last night, she seemed to have changed her feeling for Liam slightly.

She could no longer ignore his every move, such as the morning kiss today.

Thinking of that now, she still felt her face blushed.

Now, she didn't know how to face him anymore.

Since she was distracted and her hand holding the knife was too hard, the sharp blade instantly cut off the fruit skin and cut her thumb.

Along with the pain and the oozing of blood, she subconsciously let out a muffled groan.

She bit her lip and quickly pulled a few sheets from the paper box to wipe off the blood stains.

The next second, with a big hand suddenly snatched the tissue from her hand, Liam said, "Don't move, I'll take a disinfectant swab and alcohol to wipe it for you." Liam looked at her with his dark eyes filled with pity.

Before Rita could answer back, he got up and walked to the cabinet next to him, taking out the medical disinfection and dressing tools.

"Give me your hand." Liam sat down beside her again and said.

his voice sounded gentle, but Rita felt a sense of oppression in this voice that could not be refused.

She pursed her lips and said, "It's just a little wound. It is no need to..."

Before she finished, Liam stretched his palm up to her.

Seeing this, she was stunned for a while, and finally put her hand in the him palm obediently.

Liam gently wiped off the blood stains on her finger with medical cotton, and a clearly visible and deep cut appeared.

He couldn't help but clustered his eyebrows with full of pity.

For fear of hurting her again, he was very careful when disinfecting and bandaging.

"Oh, how did you cut your hand, Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?" Mrs. Davis, who had come down from the stairs, saw this and walked over here worriedly.

Jim gave a dry cough, winked at Mrs. Davis and motioned her not to disturb them.

Mrs. Davis immediately understood Jim's intentions, and hurriedly stood beside him and watched them two from a distance.

"It's okay, just a small cut... Liam made a fuss." Rita took the bandaged hand back and explained with a smile.

"Mrs. Davis, she is forbidden to touch all the knives." Liam packed the medical kit and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and looked up at Mrs. Davis, "And no apples will be allowed at home in the future." He wanted to stop Rita from peeling apples.

Mrs. Davis was confused.

Rita thought he was making a fuss.

Jim felt very relieved that Liam finally learned to love his wife.

"Mr. Wilson, we won't eat apples anymore?" Mrs. Davis blinked and asked curiously.

The chiseled man on the sofa gave an affirmative answer without hesitation and asked, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"No, no problem." Frightened by his cold gaze, Mrs. Davis abruptly stopped the following dissuasion that apples were rich in vitamin C.

Anything was okay if Mr. Wilson felt happy, and Mrs. Davis would have no objection.

"Mrs. Davis, don't listen to his fuss, it was just a little cut. It can't go so far as to stop buying apples." Seeing this, Rita smiled awkwardly, "It's time to get lunch ready. Let me help you." "Don't touch the water."

As soon as she was about to walk over, she heard Liam's instructions.

Rita stopped and there was an inexplicable emotion surging in her heart. With her back to him, she agreed and walk out of the living room quickly.

While standing in the kitchen, she stared down at her thumb wrapped in white gauze and was absent-minded.

"Mrs. Wilson, I think your hard-to-get are very useful recently. Mr. Wilson was deeply attracted by you this time." Suddenly, Mrs. Davis, who was holding the vegetable, leaned over with a grin.

Hard-to-get?

She thought for a few seconds before remembering it. This was a lie that she casually told when she moved out of Wilson's house, but Mrs. Davis took it seriously.

Rita had no other choice but smiled, "Really?"

"Of course, now Mr. Wilson only has you in his heart."

Hearing this, Rita smiled awkwardly.

She really didn't see it at this time, and it was only when she recalled back many years later that she realized that Liam truly loved her at this moment.

At this moment, in the living room.

After Rita left, Jim kept looking at Liam meaningfully.

"Liam, I wonder why you changed your mind?"

"Why, you are not happy with that?"

"I'm happy with that, but I just feel unbelievable." Jim suppressed his smile and became serious and said, "After all, you used to have a deep affection for the girl from the Nash family."

He was changing too fast now, Jim was a little curious.

Although Jim didn't mention the name, Liam narrowed eyes When he heard the word Nash, and his eyes suddenly became frostier.

"At the beginning, I was blind to believe in others."

"Indeed." Jim nodded in agreement. He was very pleased that his grandson finally realized it fully. "Since you have understood, then I don't need to live here anymore. You send someone to send me back after lunch."

Liam knitted his brows when he heard that Jim was about to leave.

He looked at the busy figure of a girl in the kitchen, smiling shrewdly and said, "In order to gain the great-grandchild sooner, it is better for you to stay here."

It would help him chase his wife and help his family harmony.

So it was impossible for Jim to go.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐