Sweet Divorce

Chapter 47 Why Was He Mad?

Divorce agreement!

That’s what the fuss was all about?

His hand coiled into a fist, wrinkling the paper.

Then the door was open and Rita sat in the car.

Rudely, Liam grabbed at her shirt and dragged her to his face, gazing at her. “This is what you want me to talk about?”

He waved the paper in his hand, his eyes cold like a sharp knife.

Rita was a little terror-struck.

“Right.” She answered, nodding.

“Say it again!” suddenly, Liam’s face was extremely dark.

The atmosphere in the small space of the car froze. At that moment, Rita felt suffocated.

“Liam.” Confronting him, Rita mustered the courage to open her mouth. “If you are worrying that grandpa might not be able to accept the new. Sign the agreement first and I promise that I won’t tell him and pretend that we’re still married in front of him.”

Liam kept his dark face, no word.

Rita took his silence as consent. “No worries. We need each other’s help after all. I will honor our deal for my parents, if it’s not for me.”

To signify her attitude, she added.

Then she looked to Liam with eyes filled with expectation. “So, Liam, sign it and we divorce.”

The word divorce was like a match, lighting the fuse of Liam’s anger.

“You wish!”

He shoved her away.

Falling back to her seat, Rita trimmed her hair, asked in a strange calm tone. “Why? Why can’t you let go of me.”

Why?

Her question seemed to trigger something inside Liam.

At that moment, his facial expression was complicated.

“Isn’t our divorce what you have long expected? Now I’m giving it to you, why won’t you sign it?” Rita raised her head abruptly, asked agitatedly.

“Because you owe me a life.”Liam said slowly, his eyes dead when he looked at Rita. “Don’t you think of divorce until you pay your debt.”

His coldness hurt Rita a lot.

This feeling almost drove her crazy.

Ever since her rebirth, she had been building her defense mechanism, telling her to let go of this man, to not let him affect her. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

But still, his words sometime would destroy her defense like magma melting iron.

“There is a lot to be questioned about what happened that year. Isabelle will give herself away soon if press on her a little more. And you will see that I was framed.”

She yelled at Liam. “Liam Wilson, I owe you nothing! I’m innocent! I have nothing to do with Joey’s death.

The assertiveness in her eyes shocked Liam.

He felt like Rita was no longer the woman he used to know. She’s a totally different person under the same skin.

Her eyes, her character…

Towering over Rita, Liam lifted her chin, said coldly. “But until the truth is known, you are still a suspect.”

His voice was deadly freezing and gave Rita goose bumps.

She slapped his hand away angrily. “So, if I find the evidence to prove my innocence, you will sign the agreement? Is that so? Will you give me back my freedom?”

Freedom?

Was she trying to get rid of him so that she could be with Oliver?

“Will you?!” she repeated raising her voice when Liam went silent again. She had lost all her patience.

Liam frowned. “Find your evidence first.”

“I will. I will prove my innocence.” She stared at him, assertive, eyes red. “And when I do, please sign the agreement, Mr. Liam.”

She wanted to leave him.

Determined though she had been to try to let go of him, it’s still not easy. She’s not a saint after all; she couldn’t just get over the man she once loved so much easily.

She noticed that after spending time with him recently.

So after deliberation, she brought divorce up again. She really had to end their story as soon as possible.

The determination in her eyes stung Liam’s heart.

He threw the files on her, said unpleasantly. “Get out!”

Rita paused a second before her anger was unleashed.

She threw back the agreement and got off the car.

She headed straight to the bus station while Liam kept his eyes on her as she walked away.

How desperate was she to leave him? Liam thought, his face darkening as the flame inside him blazed.

He darted a look at the files, and then press hard on the gas, dashing his car out the parking lot.

He reached his phone out and called Jacob. “Call Edison and have a few rounds of shots.”

“I just had dinner, Liam.” Jacob said as he rubbed his belly.

“I’ll send you the address. If I don’t see you in a half hour, you’re going to work 24/7 for the next three months.”

Liam hung up after his threat.

Staring at his phone as it kept beeping, Jacob felt bitterness stirring inside him.

Why?

Why is life so tough?

He didn’t do anything!

A few seconds later, a message popped up on his phone. It was the address Liam sent him.

Jacob took a helpless sigh and headed to the bar.

In the bar, Jacob saw Liam who was still in anger. “Who made you so mad?”

“Rita.”

It was not a surprise, who else it could be? “So, you vent your anger on me?”

He shut his mouth immediately when Liam gave him a dreadful look.

Why are you always so harsh to me? He really wanted to ask Liam.

But he dared not. Instead, he asked, “So, what did she do to get you mad?”

After Liam told him what happened, Jacob raised his brown and said, “So… you are mad at her because she wanted to divorce?”

Liam paused.

Why was he mad?

Was it really because Rita wanted to divorce him?