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In a clubhouse, an old man in a white suit knocked at Rita's left leg. The pain caused by the knocking mad Rita clench her hands tightly, her fingers digging into her palm.

Suddenly, her fist was wrapped by someone's hand.

The sudden warmth gave her goose bumps.

Subconsciously, she gave Liam a sideway look.

"Don't hurt yourself."Liam had always been good at hiding emotions. But right now, the pain he felt for Rita was obvious in his eyes.

The affection on his face surprised Rita. She froze for a moment.

Distracted, Rita loosened her grip. And Liam took the chance to hold her hands, their fingers interlocked. "Grab my hands if it hurts."

Rita lowered her head and stared at their hands

for a few seconds. Unnoticeably, she frowned.

She would have wrenched her hand out if not for her parents here with them. So she could only cooperate Liam with his show and made a smile.

The Browns took vicarious pleasure from the

scene.

They shall have no regrets in their life now that their daughter fou