Sweet Divorce

Chapter 121 Won’t Love

Morning, at the dining table.

“Rita, are you going to school today?” Old Mr. Wilson picked up a piece of vegetable and placed it on her plate as he asked with a smile.

When he saw her nod, old Mr. Wilson acknowledged it with an 'Oh', as he glanced meaningfully at Liam who next to him, “Make a detour and send Rita over.”

Rita, who was holding onto her cutleries, had her hands froze for a moment when she heard it.

She quickly lowered her head to proceed with her meal as she continued to portray a look of a jealous girl, “I don't need him to give me a lift. I can drive my Polo Hatchback.”

“The car hasn't come back.” The man beside her took a piece of meat and placed it in her bowl.

Rita was startled, her eyes full of puzzlement, “Is it that troublesome to change out the engine oil?”

“It's not an issue with the engine's oil.”

“Then it's?”

“It wasn't pleasing to the eye. I had sold it.” Liam spat out a word calmly.

The man's explanation surprised old Mr. Wilson's who was next to him.

Ha, haha... Well, brat did a beautiful job!

Good job on the selling, good job on the selling.

A variety of strategies is needed to pursue your wife soon.

Old Mr. Wilson was very satisfied with Liam's performance.

Due to Rita's presence, he did not display his emotions too obviously.

He just cleared his throat, and casually added, “The color of the car is really not pleasing to the eye, and it's good that you sold it.”

The color is not pleasing to the eye.

But her little Polo Hatchback was black.

Rita raised her eyes to look at the person who had a row of black cars in the garage and smiled bitterly. Then shouldn't those also be sold?

“Rita doesn't have a car to drive, Liam would have to take an extra effort to send and pick Rita for her classes.” She heard old Mr. Wilson's suggestion just as she was staring in the direction of the garage.

Liam let out an "um", and his narrow black eyes looked at her, “Rita, I'll wait for you in the car.”

“I...” Before she could decline, the man got up and gracefully walked out of the door.

She would never have agreed if there were only the both of them.

But as she glanced at the old Mr. Wilson beside her, Rita swallowed back her thoughts and responded with an "Oh" which was regarded as her agreement.

With her compromise, the smile at the corner of Old Mr. Wilson's mouth grew higher.

He was originally worried that Liam would not know how to express himself, nor chase after a girl. Now it seemed that he was worrying for nothing.

This kid had a lot of old ideas.

Although he was happy, Old Mr. Wilson also had a trace of guilt.

This guilt was towards Rita.

He didn't know that he selfishly used Rita's kindness and trapped her next to Liam. He didn't know if what he did was right.

In case...

Old Mr. Wilson did not dared think about that, he could only hope for the best.

He hoped that Rita would feel Liam's changes and reaccept him.

“Grandpa, the Chinese medicine that Mrs. Davis brewed for you, remember to have it on time.” Rita carefully reminded grandpa who was in a daze just before she left the house, “I'll be checking when I get back.”

“Ms. Rita, are you assigning homework for me?” The old man chuckled lightly.

“Therefore, Grandpa must complete it, and not sneakily throw it away like before.”

“Okay, okay, I know, hurry go. Liam is still waiting for you.” Old Mr. Wilson smiled and waved to her.

Once he saw Rita left, the smile on old Mr. Wilson's face became a little stiff, and he started to cough.

The cough became worse, and he even coughed up blood.

Looking at his current state, old Mr. Wilson looked melancholy, “I don't know if I would be able to see the two let go of their emotional baggage before I pass on.”

The old man smiled helplessly, he folded the bloody tissue in his hand and stuffed it to the lowest end of the trash bin.

He deliberately put some food waste on it to cover it up as he was afraid of being discovered by others.

At this moment, outside the villa.

Due to the supervision of old Mr. Wilson, Rita could only get into Liam's car.

After she closed the door, she raised her eyes and looked forward, “You can just drop me off at the bus stop outside the villa area. I will take the bus to school.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Liam paused for a while without responding but instead instructed the driver in front to drive.

As the man didn't refuse Rita's earlier remark, the driver assumed that he had by default agreed to it.

He casually drove the car out of the villa area and drove straight in the direction of the bus stop, however, the driver did not notice the gloomy and scary expression that someone had at the back seat of the car.

“Mrs. Wilson...” The driver slowed down to remind Rita as he entered the bus station, yet when he raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, he was met a pair of cold eyes.

The driver was so frightened that he did not dare to continue his sentence.

Had he provoked Mr. Wilson in any way? Why? Why did it seem like Mr. Wilson look like he was going to skin him alive?

The driver quickly worked his brain and realized what he had done wrong.

He should have absolutely allowed Mr. Wilson to send his wife to school.

With his realization, the driver stomped on the accelerator and speedily rushed past the bus stop.

When the car moved, the man in the mirror had his frowning eyebrows loosened and his eyes became gentler.

Upon seeing this, the driver couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief as he stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Lee, the bus stop has passed” Rita looked at the station behind them and reminded the driver in front of him, “Lee?”

“This...” The driver cast a trembling glance at Liam in the back seat when he met with Rita's question.

Liam turned a page of the magazine indifferently, “When the car arrives at school, it will naturally stop”

“!!!” When Rita heard his words, her eyebrows twisted into twisty, and the flame beneath her eyes was smoking.

Although she was dissatisfied with someone's dominance, she was not going to react badly since outsiders were present.

After all, there was a lot of talking, and grandpa hears of their situation he would worry for them again.

With such thoughts in her mind, the fire in her heart was also slightly suppressed. She leaned on the seat, closed her eyes, and permitted the car to move fast.

The two were quiet along the way, and the atmosphere was extremely cold.

Even so, someone also did not want to miss a little more time with her.

“Rita, I asked the secretary to book the ticket to Country M in a week” When the car stopped by the side of W University, the man's deep and mesmerizing voice sounded in the car.

Rita indifferently acknowledged it, then opened the door and left without looking back.

Liam's eyes darkened slightly when he saw her unwillingness to engage with him.

It seemed that the closer he gets, the more counterproductive it is.

Recently, the distance between them had been getting further and further.

Only when Rita was a distance away, Liam was then willing to take his gaze back and told the driver to drive away, “Let's go.”

Listening to the sound of the car leaving behind her, Rita's footsteps had also slowed down.

She paused slightly; her heart was mixed.

She quickly recovered her composure and walked towards the opposite trash bin. She resolutely took out two small white medicine bottles from her pocket and threw them into the trash bin.

Liam, you will never know even if a leg injury is easy to treat but heartache is hard to treat.

Having experienced the dark time, her heart was already dead, and could no longer love. It would not even risk being in love.

She was really... scared.

Secretly sighed as Rita turned and continued her walk towards the school.

In a split second, there was a figure that suddenly knelt before her.

Rita was startled and suddenly raised her eyes to look at the person on the ground.

When she clearly saw the kneeling middle-aged woman, the surprise on her face faded a little, “Yolanda, what are you doing?”