Sweet Divorce

Chapter 39 Some People Can't be Missed

In the courtyard, moonlight fell on the two people. While the temperature was lower, but Liam did not sense that.

He scanned the woman's brow, nose, and his sight finally landed on her mouth. Somewhere in the chest throbbed – pounding, pounding, pounding.

It was the first time his heart had beaten so fast that he could not ignore it.

He forced himself to pull his eyes back from the woman's face, then he could get rid of the strange feeling.

Ta, Ta...

Suddenly there were footsteps. Liam froze.

"Well ... the moon is really round tonight."

'The moon was round?'

The housekeeper looked up at the half- string moon overhead, trying to hide his smile. 'Well, the moon was really, really round!'

He pretended to hear nothing, put the blanket down, and left without returning his head.

After turning around, the housekeeper could never hold back, and finally smiled ambiguously.

It was only after the housekeeper left that Liam cast a glance at the blanket next to him, and then he realized how cold it was.

He glanced at Rita, and saw that she was still sleeping soundly. He raised his hand and rubbed his brow. "Rita? Since you’re tired, let's go back to sleep."

This time the tone was softer.

But the woman seemed too sleepy to react.

He gently lifted her up and returned to the room.

Liam put her down on the bed, pulled up the sheet, and laid beside the woman.

In the darkness, he looked at her with peace in his mind.

Gradually, sleepiness swept him so fiercely that Liam found it hard to hold back.

This woman was the best hypnotic in the world.

It worked so efficiently!

Although he did not understand why, and did not have time to think the reason, he had fallen asleep.

***

On the next day, sunlight fell through the glass window and landed on Rita’s face.

Because of the glare, her eyelashes flickered slightly, and then she rolled over to sleep with her eyes closed.

The next second, a warm breath sprayed on her little face.

Rita promptly got nerved. Her eyes uneasily opened, and the man's handsome face reflected on her pupils.

By instinct, she kicked him with fear.

"Ah!"

Fortunately, Liam timely woke up, and grabbed her ankle, barely being kicked over.

"You... Why do you sleep next to me?" Looking at the man, Rita felt afraid and repulsive.

All of these emotions, of course, were noticed by the man.

He loosened her legs slightly and asked back, "I should ask you. Why you did take my bed instead of sleeping on the floor?"

'What?!'

Rita was speechless by the affirmative tone of the man, her mind blank.

She had taken his bed?

She set his mouth in a grim line, trying to figure out what was going on inside.

She remembered that they had a class in the garden, and then ... and then it was like she was asleep, so how could she had taken his bed?

"Didn't you put me in bed?" Rita frowned, trying to reason with him.

"I put you on the floor, and you went to my bed in dreams. Don’t you remember?" The man cast a glance at the woman and said affirmatively.

Hearing his definite words, Rita even mistook herself to have done such a thing.

She set his mouth in a grim line. "Really?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Yeah." The man nodded.

Rita flushed, "Didn’t I ... gone too far?"

"What, what else do you want to do with me?" The man screwed and asked back.

She was so embarrassed that her flushed face may even burn, "No, no. I just want to make sure I didn’t cross the line."

"..."

"I'm sorry, there might be some problems with me last night. If I take your bed again, you just wake me up."

"OK."

To avoid embarrassment, Rita quickly walked into the bathroom.

Water splashed.

The man finally relieved while hearing the sound.

Luckily, the woman bought it.

For several years, he had been suffering from insomnia and felt low on energy every time he got up.

Lately, he slept well and felt like his whole figure was full of energy.

He stretched contentedly and went downstairs.

"Liam, come and play chess with Grandpa." Seeing him, old Mr. Wilson in the living room smiled and beckoned at him.

Liam nodded and sat opposite to old Mr. Wilson.

Old Mr. Wilson glanced at the opposite without the black eye of the spirit head of the grandson, smiling and squinting, "It’s the first time in recent years that you don’t have dark shadows under your eyes. Why, do you find any secret recipe for insomnia?"

"I didn’t take medicine."

"Oh? Your insomnia is cured?" old Mr. Wilson looked surprised.

"I found a prescription for insomnia. I'm using it, and it works well now." Liam smiled and put a chess on the board.

Old Mr. Wilson looked at him with out a word, but he smiled. "Liam, a person’s life is very short, and it’s not easy to meet someone. Some people can not be missed, otherwise, it will be a regret forever."

The words of old Mr. Wilson clearly had another point. Wise as Liam was, he could certainly understand.

He smiled a little, then continued to play chess with old Mr. Wilson.

***

On the second floor, while washing up, Rita got Zoe's call.

"Rita, do you have time now? Can you go back home?" On the phone, Zoe's voice appeared nervous and uneasy.

Rita was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"There was an accident at Brown’s processing plant that left the models stuck for sale this year. Your dad and grandma are upset by it, and your grandma has gathered the whole family to discuss how to

save our business," Zoe said. And then she added, "This time your grandma specially asked me to call you to come back to discuss countermeasures."

Call her?

Hah!

Well, her grandma was trying to take advantage of Liam and the Wilson family.

Yes, while her rebirth led to some changes, some things remained the same.

She walked to the bed and glanced over the calendar. Yes, in her last life, it had been the same day when the Brown family had had problems.

In the last life, she ignored it, but in this life ...

She had to go back home and save the Brown family.

Because she had to change her grandmother's view of her if she wanted her inheritance not to be taken away by someone, all she had to do was to win her favor.

So, of course, she wouldn't miss such a good opportunity like this.

Rita regained her calmness and nodded, "OK, Mom, I'm on my way."

After hanging up, Rita hurried downstairs with her coat on.

Out of courtesy, she greeted old Mr. Wilson who was playing chess, and was going out.

"Wait a minute." Seeing her in such a hurry, old Mr. Wilson hurriedly pushed Liam, "Rita, it’s a long distance between here and your home. Because of your leg, I will worry you if you drive on your own. Let Liam send you."

"No, I can ..."

Before she had finished the sentence, the key was taken from her hand by the man, and she could only watch him passing over her and getting into her car.

"What are you doing? Get on the car!" Suddenly the man's urging voice came.

Rita’s mind went blank.

What’s the problem with this man lately?