Sweet Divorce

Chapter 8 Charlotte’s Traps

Seeing the man pressing on her, Rita’s eyes were wide open.

She slapped the man in anger. "Don't touch me!"

Clap!

The sound of a loud slap rang across the room.

The man's cheeks reddened.

"Damn you!” Liam held her neck, and his eyes were cold like a sharp knife.

The throat tingled and Rita's face was full of pain.

Her little hands clawed at the big hand, trying to get a little room to breathe, but the more she struggled to be free, the man's hand clawed harder. Because of the lack of oxygen her face turned purple.

"Ahem ... Ahem ... let go of me!"

The man glanced at the woman and flung her away in annoyance.

He should be calm, but why could this woman stir him up every time!

Originally, he was just acting kind, but he didn’t know that he would be treated as a bad person by this stupid woman.

Shit!

"I'm not that mad to have sex with a woman like you!" The man snorted coldly and slapped the door with a grumpy face.

Looking at the closed door, Rita’s tight nerves stretched.

The next second, she paralyzed in bed.

The discomfort of the fever seemed to rush into the senses as she relaxed, and then Rita found herself sick again.

Liam was not meant to be bully her, but to…

Rita glanced at the left hand, which was still feeling numb at the moment. She was slightly embarrassed.

***

Liam was in a bad mood as he was slapped for no reason.

The whole morning, he was so fretful that he disliked everyone.

The project manager, looking at the man's grumpy face, carefully handed over a document, "Mr. Wilson, this is today's schedule of the case."

Liam glanced at the document and slapped it on the table.

As he looked up at the manager, his eyes were full of displeasure, "The project of C City has been proceeded for two months, and this is what I get, huh?"

"Mr. Wilson, we had a problem with the supplier of raw materials last month, so …"

The project manager trembled to explain, but didn’t dare to finish his sentence when looking at the man in the eye. He swallowed in panic.

At this point, the manager's back was sweating that the white shirt was all wet.

"You have another month, and if I don't see a satisfactory progress, you will get fired!” Liam’s voice was not loud but with a feeling of pressure, so that the project manager held his breath and nodded hard.

"Liam, why are you so angry today?"

Outside the door came a curious voice, then a man in a floral shirt walked in. That’s Jacob Thompson.

Jacob winked at the project manager. The project manager hurried to pick up the document quickly retreated out of the hellish place.

When the door was closed again, Jacob's eyes fell on the angry man on the opposite. "Who made my brother angry? He must be tired of life."

"That woman is surely tired of life!” Thinking of what happened this morning, Liam got angrier.

"Although he didn’t mention the name, Jacob quickly figured out who the woman was.

In this world, the only person who can make his brother so irritated should be Rita.

"That stupid woman pestered you again? Did she make a scene?" Jacob raised his eyebrow and picked up a purple grape on the table into his mouth, his beautiful eyes pressed into a line.

Liam soothed his eyebrows, “She didn’t."

"So how did she mess with you?" Jacob's curious eyes were wide open.

The thought of the woman’s slap annoyed him again. He didn’t answer Jacob’s question but pinched his nose in headache.

Seeing he had no intention to tell, Jacob didn’t ask any more.

He glanced at the man's fretful appearance, and smirked, suggesting, "Liam, it is said that a nice new bar is opened in the east of the city and that there are bevies of beautiful women, let's go there and have fun?"

Liam, though not a fan of the lively crowd, soon agreed.

He arranged his work schedule and drove away with Jacob.

When Jacob arrived at address, Liam glanced at his side and found the bar was right near the Browns house.

Huh.

He really cannot escape from Browns.

The man thought ironically, leaning his back on his seat and letting Jacob take him to the bar.

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At this point, the Wilson family.

The phone rang, Rita looked at the words mom, eyes started to be bleary.

She calmed her emotions quickly and couldn't wait to get the phone, "Mom?"

"Hey.” Zoë Duncan answered softly, and continued after thinking for a while, "Today is your grandma's birthday, your dad and I are thinking that you and Liam could come over and offer her your congratulations.

"This …"

"Rita, I know you and Grandma are not on good terms, and I know you don't want to go back to this cold home. But … there are many relatives here today. If you don't come back to grandma's birthday party, your dad will be mocked, and he will be worse off in front of your grandma."

Zoey interrupted Rita eagerly.

In the previous life, she didn’t know the hardships of her parents, and did not go to birthday, leaving dad to so much mockery.

In this life, she would never be so ignorant again.

She glanced down at her left hand, which was still numbing, and smiled bitterly.

Liam had hated her, and now she slapped him, it was impossible for him to accompany her to go back to her family.

She made a lie guiltily, "Mom, I'm afraid that Liam had important things to deal with in his company today, but I will go to my grandma's birthday party."

"Well, well, then Dad and I will wait for you."

Zoey, after a few seconds, nodded with joy.

Hanging up the phone, Rita looked at the darkening screen, muttered, "Mom, Dad, I would never make you embarrassed again, this time I would guard you."

After washing up, Rita bought gifts and rushed to the Browns house.

"Who's this coming in? ” A guest inquired seeing Rita limping in.

Next to him another relative turned to Rita and raise the eyebrow, "Isn’t she the famous Rita Brown!"

"She’s Rita Brown? The one who slept with her good friend’s boyfriend? " The guest sneered, "It is said that the old lady of the house had removed her from the family tree because she made the family ashamed, how could she still dare to come home?"

"Cheeky, ha ha ha…"

They chattered presumptuously, their every word rending Rita’s heart like a sharp blade.

Ignoring the sarcasm, she dragged her left leg slowly through the crowd toward Amelia Miller, Mrs. Brown, the birthday star in the living room.

"Mom, this is the birthday present Charlotte prepared for you, a beautiful green jade bracelet." A middle-aged lady ingratiating, handed the wooden gift box to her.

Mrs. Brown looked down at the jade bracelet and was very happy. She casted a gaze of praise, "Well, my granddaughter Charlotte knows me best. That’s very thoughtful of you."

"If only Grandma would like it." Charlotte replied sweetly, making the old lady happier.

Just as Mrs. Brown laughed, she saw a limping figure, and her face suddenly hardened.

Around her Charlotte and her mother was a little confused, and then curiously turned to look back.

Seeing the figure was Rita, Charlotte was surprised, isn’t this stupid woman begrudge grandma most?"

What made her be willing to come to this birthday party?

"Grandma." Rita walked forward, bowed to the old lady in the main seat.

Mrs. Brown gave her a sarcastic smile, "I can't afford your courtesy, I'm afraid to be mocked by others, saying that I taught a bastard who knows nothing but having sex with men."

Rita pursed her lips, her hands tightening.

"Seeing Rita suffering from ridicule, Charlotte and her mother gloat with joy."

Charlotte watched the Rita’s embarrassment and then pretends to be a good man mediating, "Grandma, don't mention those unhappy things. Rita has been repenting her mistakes, right Rita?"

Charlotte threw the problem back to her. Rita sneered.

Huh!

Charlotte really took every opportunity to step on her.

If she answered that she knew her mistakes, then, it would be an indirect admission that she’s been calculating against Liam.

Otherwise, she would make Mrs. Brown unhappy.

Whichever one to choose, she would fall into her trap.

"Rita?" Seeing Rita being silent, Charlotte called her again.

Rita slowly looked up in their gazes. Her eyes fell on Mrs. Brown.

"Grandma, you taught me that the Brown family should do righteous things. You cannot admit the things that you did not do, and I have always followed your instruction. I will not admit things I did not do. I did not set up Liam. I was calculated. But I have made Grandma and the family a disgrace. I am too careless. Sorry."

***

Hearing her words, people around Mrs. Brown were dumbfounded, unable to get angry.

If Mrs. Brown still held onto what happened in the past, it would make others think of her as unreasonable and ungenerous.

Mrs. Brown ignored Rita, looking to Charlotte and said, “Charlotte, it’s getting late, let everyone be seated."

"As for you, follow me to the backyard.” Mrs. Brown got up and walked to the backyard with a hardened face.

Rita followed her.

But as soon as she stepped into the guest-free backyard, she was held up by servants.

She frowned and looked at Mrs. Brown. "Grandma?"

"What a sharp tongue! No matter what the truth was, you have shamed your family, so you will not set foot in the door without my permission, and we have no such kin!"

Mrs. Brown scowled and ordered the servants, "Throw her out. If she dares to come again, beat her to death!"

At the same time, a black limousine was parked beside an iron fence on the road across from the house.

The confrontation of Mrs. Brown and Rita was caught by Liam’s eyes through the glass window.