Sweet Divorce

Don’t Be Afraid of Me

Rita began to rack her brains to finish her letters ever since she had promised Liam to write the love letters.

But…

One could only confess her ignorance when she suffered from the consequence.

Even when the waste basket was full, she still could not think of any words.

“Rita, are you drawing the design?” Isabelle put a cup of bubble tea in front of Rita when she saw Rita’s face was full of pain. “Have no clue? Why not take a break before you go on?”

Sipping her bubble tea, Rita gave a wry smile. “I wish it could be the design.”

“Then what is it?”

“Love letter.”

Shocked, Isabelle spat the drink on Rita’s face.

Rita’s forehead knotted in a frown.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…” Isabelle took a tissue to wipe away the drink on Rita’s face. “But why are you writing the love letter?”

Rita sighed and told Isabelle what had happened the other day.

Isabelle laughed to tears when she knew what happened.

“My god, your boyfriend is so cut when he feels jealous.”

“He’s a bit cute indeed, but it is really difficult for me to make him happy. I don’t know how to write the love letter.”

She really did not know that.

She was good at painting, not at wording and writing.

However, a slip of the tongue, she not only agreed, but also promised to write a thousand words per letter.

That was ten thousand words in all.

She felt her head ached and rubbed her forehead. “Or, I can search it on the internet and copy.”

“Do you think your boyfriend would receive a copy of the love letter on the internet?”

No.

He would not receive such letters, and she might even make him more irritated.

Forget it. It was a dead end; she should find another way out.

She took a sip of her bubble tea and no longer frowned.

Then Isabelle gave her the papers.

“What is it?”

“The information about Jackson Brook that you asked for a few days ago.”

Rita’s eyes darkened when she heard Jackson’s name.

She had mixed feelings when she looked down at the papers.

She paused for a while and then took the papers.

“I’ve got class, see you later.” Isabelle left to give Rita some privacy.

There was only Rita in the dorm, so she opened the document.

Jackson Brook, 42 years old.

Ex-wife: Rosa Anderson; Wife: Jennifer Marsh.

Address: F City.

Number: 188**** ****

There was some information about Jackson following, but it was just a brief introduction of the Brooks in F City.

Based on the information, the Brook family was also a large family in F City.

After her mother, Rosa Anderson, died three years later, Jackson married another woman and started a family.

Good.

She was relieved now that she had known he lived a good life.

Her lips twitched, then she put the papers into the drawer with her red eyes.

It was still unknown when she would meet her biological father.

She needed to consider the feelings of her adopted parents, Zoe and Noah.

So she had to put it aside now.

Rita calmed herself down and had an inspiration when she looked at the nice writing paper on the desk.

She took up the pen and wrote the letter without a pause.

There were only four words in this one-thousand-word letter –

“I like you.”

“Done, perfect!” Rita was quite contented looking at “I like you” repeated all over the paper.

She put away the letter. Then she drove to Liam’s villa directly after she bought a bunch of lovely roses in the nearby store.

Rita wanted to surprise Liam after he went home from work.

But she found he was at home when she arrived.

“Mrs. Wilson, welcome back. I’m going to tell Mr. Wilson you’ve come home.”

The housemaid was delighted to see Rita, and she turned at once to go to the garden and tell Liam.

But Rita stopped her. The housemaid said, “Mr. Wilson said he’d got some family thing to deal with, so he came back early.”

“Family thing?”

“I don’t know the details.”

Worried, Rita compressed her lips into a thin line. “I see. So will he be interrupted if I come to him now?”

“No, he must be very glad to see you. Go ahead.”

“OK.”

With the roses in her arms, Rita walked across the hall to the greenhouse.

She heard a shrill voice come out when she opened the glass door.

“Mr. Wilson, I was wrong… please let go of me. I’ll never tell your movements to anyone. I’m a first offender. Let me off, please.”

The high-pitched and anguished voice jolted Rita.

She looked towards where the sound came from and saw a man curling up on the floor and covering in blood, with fear and despair in his eyes.

In front of him, Liam sat on the couch apathetically with his legs crossed.

His thin lips parted with indifference, “Go on.”

There was a rule in the underground group of the Wilsons: The traitor can only die after he is stabbed in the ribs for a thousand times.

No exceptions.

And he would never allow any exception.

At his order, the boy in black at the side stepped toward the man impassively with a knife, “The seventh.”

It was only the seventh.

There were still ninety-three thrusts left.

Only the one who had been through knew how painful it was.

The man on the floor got strained when he saw the sharp knife in this young man’s hand. His eyes reddening, he picked himself up and ran insanely to the door.

“No, no… Mr. Wilson, just kill me, please.”

He was too anxious to notice the wet floor, so he slipped on the floor and fell to Rita with his bloody body.

Rita was startled and stepped back.

The bloody man did not touch her but fell to the ground under her feet.

Rita was frightened, then her ankle was grabbed by a cold and slimy hand. “Help, help me…”

Stupefied, Rita did not dare to move. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although she was reborn, she was only twenty years old.

She’d never seen such bloody scene. Gripped by a feeling of fear and panic, she could not help trembling. Then the love letters and flowers in her hands fell on the floor.

Others were all surprised to see her.

Especially Jacob. His heart did a flip.

Damn it.

Why did she come in at this point?

Joey had happened to see Liam kill someone and fell ill. At that time, Liam was enraged and had him clubbed for ten times.

But Joey could not compare with Rita.

Liam cared about Rita so much now. If she was scared and ran away, or she broke up with Liam like Joey…

Well… Jacob would not get off only being hit by a club. Liam might beat him to death.

His heart was in his mouth when he thought of that.

He felt he was more nervous than he had been carrying out the most dangerous task. He could strive for his own life by himself, but now his life, and the lives of others in the room all depended on Rita’s choice.

Seeing Rita freak out, Liam stood up immediately and walked to her.

He wanted to cover her eyes, and yet…

Rita dodged subconsciously when he held out his hand, and she acted like she had seen the Devil.

Jacob held his breath when he saw her reaction.

‘My lord, I’m begging you – calm down, please. Our lives all depend on you now.’

After a pause, Liam still covered her eyes, his voice deep and hoarse. “Sorry.”

He should not have had her seen that.

She must freak out like Joey.

Thinking of the past, his eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarser. “Rita, don’t be sacred of me; and don’t leave me, OK?”

Gingerly, Liam spoke to her with his sonorous and husky voice.

He was afraid that she would leave her because of that?

He was so proud. But he had begged her, which proved that he loved her so much and that he could not live without her.

As Rita was touched, the fear had faded slightly.

She took a deep breath secretly, trying not to tremble.

Unsettled, she held his waist. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of blood, and my legs feel weak.”

Liam looked at the girl in his arms, who still managed to calm herself. He was appeased at once even though he had almost lost it just now.

“Jacob, clean it up.” Liam ordered impassively.

Although his expression was still frightening, Jacob knew he and others were safe now.

He wiped out the cold sweat on his head and began to do the cleaning.

When Rita opened her eyes, the original greenhouse had come back.

The bloody man and the blood on the floor had gone.

If there wasn’t blood at her ankle, she would think it was just her imagination.

Frowning, Liam also noticed the blood at her ankle.

He scooped her up directly.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Wash it away.” Liam replied slowly and carried her into the house, then he asked the housemaid to run a bath for Rita.

The housemaid left the room quickly after she finished her job.

And she closed the door very thoughtfully.

“Can you move?” Liam asked tenderly, his eyes on the girl in his arms, whose face was pale.

“My legs feel a bit weak…”

No, very weak.

She still looked pale. The man glanced at her and felt his heart throbbed. “Close your eyes and lie down, I’ll help you wash your body.”

What? Wash her body?

There was only blood at her ankle, so washing her leg was enough. There was no need to wash her body, right?

Looking up at the handsome man, she felt she was entrapped.

Well, was it too late to say her legs was not weak now?