Sweet Divorce

Chapter 50 I Was Being Tortured By A Bastard

Next day.

The air was fresh with the smell of soil after the rain.

Rita took a sniff of the fresh air as she opened her eyes and purged herself of the depression she had the day before.

Suddenly, she felt a hand tightened at her waist.

It freaked her.

When she turned to see the man lying beside her, she was so shocked that her body foroze for a moment.

Liam Wilson!!

Fear flared and filled her.

How come they were sleeping together?

She tried to remember what happened but failed.

She had a blackout.

The experience she had in her previous life made staying with Liam in such a close distance terrified Rita.

At that moment, she dared not even move a muscle but just look at him.

He’s sleeping soundly, his chest rose and fall as he breathed smoothly. There’s no longer coldness on his face.

Sunlight shed down through the window and stroked his face. He seemed to feel the warmth and lifted the corners of his mouth.

The smile added a hint of peace into him.

He didn’t seem to be so scary when he’s asleep.

As she thought so, Liam’s eyelash flipped slightly, and that tensed her.

She moved her body carefully to escape from his arms.

But the arms cradling around her waist tightened again.

Now she’s even closer to him than before.

His warm breath spilled over her left cheek, and lust began to spread in the atmosphere.

But the scenes of how Liam had sex with her in her previous filled her mind.

Uneasy, her face became pale as she tried to shove Liam off her. “Get off me, get off!”

But she could barely move him an inch because of the weight. In a hurry, she kicked him away.

Bang!

Liam hit the bed.

The pain wrinkled his brows into a coil.

Damn! Who the fuck did it to him?

Liam glanced over the room to find out who the attacker was.

Of course, he could only see the terrified Rita standing on her feet. All of a sudden, the fume died mostly.

“Rita!”

Rita could still feel his anger though Liam had tried to suppress it.

But she’s less terrified without physical contact with him.

Breath in, breath out.

After two deep breaths, she looked at Liam evenly and headed to the bathroom as if nothing had ever happened. “What is the matter, Mr. Liam?”

Her tone was distant.

Liam squinted, his eye covered in thick ice.

He sat up and tidied his clothes, and then got on his feet and went to bathroom.

Rita exited the bathroom when Liam reached there.

“Rita, you…”

Rita didn’t stop to hear him out but went downstairs.

Had him been too nice to her? How dare her be so insolent to him?

***

In the dining room.

“Rita, did you go through some terrible experience before?”

Sitting across from Rita, Liam asked.

Rita was confused, what did he mean?

And the next second, the dream she had last night came to her mind.

She didn’t talk in her sleep again, did she?

“Rita?”

Liam called her again and dragged her back to reality. Rita said plainly. “No.”

No? Once again!

The answer infuriated Liam, he gazed at her coldly.

His stare crept Rita even she wasn’t looking at him.

Subconsciously, she raised her head and met Liam’s furious eyes.

He’s mad again.

He seemed be mad a lot lately

They stared at each other for seconds before Rita finally gave up.

She took a sip of porridge and said. “I had a nightmare.”

“Nightmare?”

“Right. I was being tortured by a bastard.”

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But only she knew how much it hurt it, she still lived under the shadow of even after her rebirth.

For a moment, there was a unnoticeable bitter smile on her face. She lowered her head to take another sip.

She almost dissolved into tears when she lowered her head.

She bit her lip, suppressing her grievance with pain.

A mark was left on her lip when she relieved the bite.

She took a deep breath and concealed her emotions, asked Liam. “Why were you sleeping with me last night? And why were you holding me?”

There was an irregular heartbeat when Liam heard her question.

But still he kept his composure, his fingers tapping on the table. “You had a nightmare.”

“Huh?” what did her nightmare have to do with this? Confused, Rita blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You tried to hurt yourself.” Liam said evenly.

Rita was still confused. “And?”

“I told you. You had a nightmare and tried to hurt yourself. And to prevent you from doing so, I had to hold your hands.” He raised his brows, impatience in his voice.

Now Rita understood. But Liam didn’t see the gratitude he was expecting on her face.

“So why didn’t you wake me up?”

Everything would be all right if he just woke her.

“How did you know I didn’t?” the reluctance in Rita’s eyes stung him, his voice colder.

He had tried to wake her?

But… how come she didn’t hear it?

How deep in sleep was she?

Her eyebrows frowned, she muttered. “You did?”

“What do you mean, Rita? You don’t think that I didn’t wake you so I could hold you for a whole night, do you?”He sniffed. “Do you think that’s possible?”

The loathing in his eyes silent Rita.

Right, that’s impossible.

After all, she’s a murderer in his opinion.

She kept her head low and said no more words.

Looking at her, Liam took note of her pale face and his tapping fingers paused for a few second.

Was he being too mean?

Regret, fidgety, self-blame…various feelings were stirring inside him at that moment.