Sweet Divorce

Chapter 37 I Have Time

"Me?" Rita pointed indefinitely to herself again.

Soon she got a nod from the man. Her heart gave a great leap.

He was waiting for her.

Her eyes looked empty. "What’s up?"

"Grandpa wants us to eat at the old house," The man answered truthfully. As the shotgun seat was too small for his long legs, he adjusted his seat.

She knew. He could never come to her without reason.

She seemed to be accustomed to it, and she didn't feel lost.

***

On the way, Rita remembered things about Sophia Miller that had happened today. She couldn't help casting a glance at the man on her side.

She pretended to ask casually, "When did you leave from F University yesterday?"

"I don’t know." Staring at his phone all the time, Liam replied expressionlessly.

But he seemed to think of something and looked at her, "Any problems?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just asking." The man's rhetorical question proved exactly the conjecture of Rita.

The person who had taught Sophia a lesson for her was not Liam.

'If it was not him, who would be that person?'

'Oliver Roberts?'

No. It was not possible.

Oliver was so famous in school. How could Sophia not know?

Rita became increasingly curious about who the mysterious man was.

Immersed in thought, she did not notice that Liam was staring at her out of the corner of his eyes.

In the sun, Rita with short hair appeared sunny and boyish.

He had never looked so closely at the woman before, but today he settled down to look at her, and realized that she was quite good-looking and even attractive.

Especially those eyes. They were just as intelligent as the elf's.

When he was entranced by her, suddenly the woman beside him looked at him.

When his eyes met hers, Liam felt that his heart gave a violent bound, then he had a sense of embarrassment of being caught.

He quickly looked away and continued to fiddle with his phone.

"Stop looking around! Look at the road while you drive!"

Rita was speechless.

Did she look around?

"Still watching? Do you want to die?" The man's voice rang out again. Rita hastily looked back to the road ahead but murmured unbendingly, "Wasn’t you looking at me first?"

Although the voice was not loud, the man still heard it.

Suddenly, his face grew so hot.

He pretended to hear nothing and just stared at his phone screen with a blank face.

***

The arrival of Rita and Liam turned the quiet Wilson’s house. into a lively place.

Especially old Mr. Wilson. Rita never failed to make him laugh.

"Rita, I heard you’ve gone back to school?" The smile on old Mr. Wilson's face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a serious look. "Did Liam upset you? If you are wronged, just tell me, I will teach him a lesson!"

"No, he's been nice to me lately."

"Then how come you went to school all of a sudden?" Old Mr. Wilson was puzzled, even worried.

Before, Rita would even like to be stick to Liam for 24 hours. How come she suddenly became sane and went to school?

It’s not her characteristic!

Last time Mrs. Davis said that Liam had actually started to care about Rita.

This surprised old Mr. Wilson even more.

Because it was he who forced Liam to marry Rita, he knew exactly how unwilling Liam was.

For two years he had been persuading Liam to admit Rita but in vain. What had happened recently?

The fact that they suddenly got along so well turned out to disturb old Mr. Wilson.

He was afraid it was just a play that the two children did to please him.

Rita certainly understood old Mr. Wilson's worries. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She pretended to look around worriedly, and then reached him to whisper, "Grandpa, I’m playing hard- to-get!"

"Hmm?" Old Mr. Wilson started.

Rita licked her lips and said shyly, "My mom taught me that it is a way to control men."

"Ha ha. I see. Then I’m relieved." Old Mr. Wilson took those words with no doubt, because in his eyes, Rita would never cheat him.

Finally, he settled down.

The old man smoothed his beard, and followed Rita to whisper, "Rita, just listen to your mother. She's experienced, and I think it works for Liam!"

"Well, yes, now he's starting to care about me, ha ha..." Rita smiled. Her face was always full of happiness.

Seeing her happy face, old Mr. Wilson was more convinced. He did not know it was just Rita’s lie to prevent him from worrying.

***

After lunch, while the two men were having small talk, Rita took out a paper and a pen and began to practice design and drawings.

Seeing how hard-working she was, old Mr. Wilson was moved. "Rita, you have been painting too long. Take a break. Don't be too tired."

"Grandpa, I can't rest. It’s only two months before the design contest, so I have to fight against the clock to paint, or I will lose my bet with people, then it’ll be an utter shame."

Rita acted just as a spoiled child in front of old Mr. Wilson, and then she bowed her head into drawing.

"Design contest? Bet?" Old Mr. Wilson was confused.

Rita had to put the pen down, and told old Mr. Wilson about the bet between Duke Hall and her in brief.

Hearing this, the old man laughed.

He admitted, "Yes, how dare the boy despised my granddaughter-in-law! You must embarrass him. Rita, I believe in you. Keep practising and let that guy eat shit on the live stream!"

"Thank you."

"Rita, in order to support you, Grandpa decides to find you a teacher who won the international design prize, to let you make a big leap in painting in two months!"

Hearing this, Rita eyes lighted up.

She sharply looked up, full of joy, "Grandpa, you are so nice to me! Then please give me the contact information of the teacher, and I will contact with him to check the time if he would like to pick up a apprentice."

Seeing Rita had fallen into the trap, old Mr. Wilson slowly looked at Liam, and his tone turned into a commanding one, "Liam, over to you. You must help Rita take the first."

Hearing these words, Rita’s brain went blank.

‘The teacher Grandpa had said was － Liam?!’

Uh ...

Liam had been a student of her university, and all teachers were proud of him. Until now, his graduation plan was still hanging in the showroom of their school for all students to appreciate and learn from.

She knew he was skillful in design, but she just didn't want to turn to him.

She hadn’t expected ...

"What's the matter, Rita? You don’t want Liam to teach you?" Seeing her face a little unnatural, old Mr. Wilson questioned.

Rita shook her head and smiled against her will, "Of course I do, but Liam is so busy with his business recently. I'm afraid he doesn't have time. And it's just a bet, I don't think Liam should sacrifice his work for it."

Rita's words were reasonable and fine.

And she was sure Liam would agree with her.

So, she looked at Liam with anticipation.

Liam took a sip of the strong tea and said casually, "I have time."

"Grandpa, you see, he's very busy. He's ... Well?" Rita had thought the man would follow his analysis, so she was trying to explain to Grandpa happily, but she was shocked by the result.

She sharply turned her face toward the man.

'He had time?!'

'Boy, why don't you play by the routine?'