"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 couldnt 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 wa
Because they rarely went back to the old house, they would stay overnight when they did. Of course, this time is no exception. Before, Rita would like to spend the whole day by Liam's side. But today - She had been practising design all the time without looking up. After supper, Rita went back to the room to practice painting. "It's not right." Suddenly a cool voice came overhead. Rita set her mouth in a grim line, erasing the paper and holding the brush again. Because of the long practice, the pains of her fingers made her frown again and again. Even so she clenched her teeth and continued to practice. "Would the lines look more natural in that way?" After redrawing, she looked up for the man's opinions. The man did not answer her, but grabbed the pencil from her hand. "Stop here. You should rest." "It's only nine and I can practice another hour." She didnt have time to rest, after all, her base was so poor that even with such intense practice, she was still not sure i
In the courtyard, moonlight fell on the two people. While the temperature was lower, but Liam did not sense that. He scanned the woman's brow, nose, and his sight finally landed on her mouth. Somewhere in the chest throbbed - pounding, pounding, pounding. It was the first time his heart had beaten so fast that he could not ignore it. He forced himself to pull his eyes back from the woman's face, then he could get rid of the strange feeling. Ta, Ta... Suddenly there were footsteps. Liam froze. "Well.. the moon is really round tonight." 'The moon was round?' The housekeeper looked up at the half- string moon overhead, trying to hide his smile. 'Well, the moon was really, really round!' He pretended to hear nothing, put the blanket down, and left without returning his head. After turning around, the housekeeper could never hold back, and finally smiled ambiguously. It was only after the housekeeper left that Liam cast a glance at the blanket next to him, and then he realized h
Rita looked at the man in the car, blinking. Her face was full of dismay. The man cast a glance at her and looked back ahead, saying calmly, "Yesterday we came in your POIO. I didn't drive." "What?" Hearing this pointless remark, Rita was very puzzled. "How could I go back when you took the car?" Liam threw a sentence once again, then she finally understood. The man was just on his way. Well, on his way!' 'But. was the Wilson family short of cars?' Although there were many explanations that didnt make sense, Rita didnt think much. She now gave herself a clear set, so she would never have any illusions about what she should not dream, because she did not want the things turned out to be her own wishful thinking again. "Why do you want to go back home so suddenly? What happened?" Seeing that she didn't reply, Liam inquired. "Grandma told me to go back and talk about something." Rita answered truthfully, turning her face towards the window, and looking at the scenery along the
Everyone was shocked at what Rita said. 'Tired?' The word had many interpretations. Most of the Browns thought "tired" meant they had a passionate night. So did Charlotte. She looked at Rita, thinking Rita was just showing off her happy marital life to their grandma to please the old lady. And she found that Rita had really gotten smarter lately. But Charlotte didn't think there was much to worry about. Anyway, because of what happened to Joey, Liam would not side with Rita. She'd like to see what would happen next. Charlotte as well as the other people present all looked at Liam. There was a frown on his face. Seeing this, Charlotte was more confident that her analysis was right. But the next second, he said, "Rita, this is inappropriate. Grandma has something important to discuss with us. First things first." Charlotte was shocked. This was a hard blow to her. 'What's ... what's going on? Didn't Liam use to hate Rita the most?' "Yes, yes, let's discuss important thi
'Targeting Charlotte?' She wasn't. All she did was get back what was hers! Charlotte had taken everything from her! But Rita couldn't explain it to him, and she wasnt in the mood to explain it to him now. Anyway, she was already a bad woman in his eyes. It didn't matter to add another charge. In this life, his opinion of her didn't matter to her. Rita calmed down and put on a smile. "I'm targeting her? No, I'm not." Her eyes were like a crescent moon, so beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off her. But the smile wasn't sincere. She wasn't opening up to him. It bothered him.. He gripped her chin harder and demanded, "I want the truth!" Rita grimaced from the pain. She pushed away his hand, squinting.. "I'm telling the truth." As soon as she finished speaking, she sensed his chilly stare. The tension in the air was terrifying. "The bed is ready for you. Have a good rest." With that, Rita made her way towards the door. "What are you..?" he asked. She turned her head to Liam
"Charlotte, why do you care so much about Rita's relationship with Liam?" Mason didn't understand. Recently, because the goods wouldn't sell, everyone of the Brown family was worried. Especially Mason. He was in charge of the clothing business with which something went wrong. Mason grabbed Charlotte and said with reddened eyes, "Charlotte, forget about Rita. Think of a way to help me sell those clothes." "You useless man! You are begging our daughter? Do you have no shame? If you had not offended the wholesalers, we wouldnt have been in such a position!" Grace Davis, who had been sitting at the bedside, pushed Mason hard. "Mom, don't do this to Dad!" Charlotte glared at Grace and went to help Mason up. "Dad, don't worry, I've figured out a way to help you with this mess." "What are you going to do?" Mason's eyes were full of expectations. "You'll know later," Charlotte replied mysteriously. The last few times, she had been so careless as to give Rita chances to please the
Rita stared at the poached spicy slices of pork in her bowl. She didn't expect Mason to mention the past. He even almost cried. Well played! She swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at the Browns sitting opposite her. Liam, her parents, Amelia, Charlotte, and Mason were all staring at her, waiting for her answer. The Browns expected her to help them make it through. But why was Liam staring at her like that? What did it mean? "Well..." All the Browns were eager to hear the answer they wanted. When she paused suddenly, everyone was in a panic. Some even began to worry, looking at her with disappointment. "Rita, what are you hesitating about? This is your chance to please Grandma. If you can help Grandma out, maybe you can be back to the genealogy again!" Charlotte whispered in her ear, feigning concern. Rita smiled, but she knew what she was up to. Charlotte had never been kind to her. This was just another setup. Rita looked up at Mason and said, "Mason." "Yes, fire aw