Sweet Divorce
Chapter 7 Crash on the Floor

"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.

"I can't catch a cold since my leg hurts, I sleep in bed." Rita said rightfully.

The man nodded as if he thought it was reasonable, and he patted the place beside him, smiling, "I can spare you a half here."

Spare the half, and not give it all to her!

She thought bitterly, the man seemed very democratic, but when did she have a choice?

"Never mind, I'll sleep on the floor."

Liam looked at the woman who was actively placing the bed on the floor under the faint moonlight. He raised an eyebrow,

The woman denied his invitation.

She may have jumped on him before.

It seemed that she had really let go of her obsession with him.

'That's fine.' he thought.

Lying in bed, Liam thought this night he would continue to suffer from insomnia as usual.

But for some reason, he quickly fell asleep as his head touched the pillow, and even slept quite tight.

Rita was lying against the man. Her eyes did not dare to close for a long time until the man's heavy breath came and then she fell asleep slowly.

The sleep, though, was full of nightmares.

In the dream, she went back to her previous life.

Drunken Liam was like a fierce beast, tortured her forcefully.

"And yet there's another women's name on his lips, "Joey, Joey ..."

"Liam, wake up. I am not Joey, I am Rita!" Rita's eyes red, stubbornly emphasizing her identity.

Huh!

The man sneered and gave her more torture.

Violent pain swept through her body, Rita fainted with tears in her eyes.

The bitterness of that moment still surges in her heart.

When Rita woke up again, her tears have wet the pillow.

And the man in bed was still sleeping.

She wiped away tears and tiptoed to the bathroom.

After washing herself simply, she walked back to her room.

But her vision got dark and she fainted on the ground.

Knock!

The dull voice woke the man up.

He looked up, and saw the woman lying pale on the ground.

"Rita?"

The woman did not respond, Liam lifted the quilt and walked quickly to her.

He touched the woman's body, and the heat from his palm made him frowned.

Liam leaned over to hold Rita, and quickly to the bed.

But he stumbled on something, and he was unstable, so two of them fell heavily on the bed.

Coincidentally, his lip fell on her pale one.

Snap!

The body was hurt by the fall, Rita winced.

Just then, she opened her eyes in a daze.