Sweet Divorce

Chapter 184 Jacob Got Drunk

Jacob chickened out immediately at the stare of Liam’s. pouty, he murmured. “So what I got a problem?” Had you ever been democratic?

They stood close together so that Liam caught his complain.

He smiled. “Feel free to say it if you have a problem.”

Jacob looked like he had seen a ghost. “Really?”

“Of course… if you’re not afraid of death, say whatever you want to say.”

Jacob felt comforted when he heard “of course”, Liam is still that Liam, he still has a sense of human rights, love hasn’t blinded him yet.

But when Liam proceeded, his heart fell from the sky and shattered into pieces.

He ought to know… he should never have any hope.

Seemingly, Liam was democratic, but actually…

Those who obey live, and who defies die.

Tyrant!

All those thought happened just in a blink.

Soon Jacob came back to himself and surrendered to his fate. At his post, he muttered. “We workers suffer when someone miss his love.”

To Jacob’s sighs and complains, Liam paid a curt smile.

He didn’t want to work overtime either. But the prospect of seeing Rita sooner injected him with infinite energy.

He looked down on Rita’s smiling face on the lock screen, eyes tender as water. See you tomorrow, Rita.

The next day in F city.

It’s 6:30 p.m. now.

Oblivious of Liam’s early return, Rita sagged in the sofa, her head filled with the paternity test.

She had Isabella to test the report’s authenticity after she received the report yesterday.

But she hadn’t heard a word from Isabella.

“Rita, I’m hungry, let’s go out and have a bite.” Lillian suggested, stroking her belly.

Three seconds had passed, and Lillian got no reply from Rita.

Slightly, she frowned, and turned to look at Rita confusedly.

She found Rita gazing at her phone, her eyes looking hollow. Lillian poked at Rita. “Rita?”

“Ah, yeah? What?”

Lillian pause for a few seconds, then she chuckled. “What are you thinking? You did not even hear me.”

“Nothing.” Embarrassed, she chewed her lips.

Nothing?

Lillian knew Rita better than to believe that.

But she chose not to press Rita since she did not want to talk about it. “So, let’s go to the grill.”

“Sure, I’ll go change.”Rita said as she headed to the bedroom.

Her smile faded the moment she shut the door behind herself.

She took the report out form a drawer. The conclusion of the report had been nagging her. “Has Isabella found out anything yet?”

This report was like a bomb, blowing in the tranquil lake in her heart with a huge splash, and ripples spread over the surface even now.

She had been thinking about the report all day and all night.

She wanted to know whether or not she’s a Brown. She wanted to know eagerly.

But at the same time, she dreaded to know.

She feared, feared that she was not a Brown. If she was not, who was she then? And how was she going to face her parents?

Such thoughts had stirring her mind, strangling her throat, keeping her awake, suffocating her.

“Hey, who are you, you can’t be here!” Rita came back to herself when she heard Lillian groaning in the living room.

She put down the report and returned to the living room. “Lillian, what happened? You… why are you here?”

When Rita saw Oliver, she was utterly confused.

Oliver wrapped her into his arms before Rita could react. The stench of alcohol gushed into her nose.”I miss you, I want to look at you.”

Lillian was shocked, wide-eyed.

“You’re drunk…” Rita said.

Drunk?

Oliver smiled curtly and did not explain.

He did not drink so much actually, at least he’s still aware of what he’s doing.

Ever since they parted at the hospital, he never met Rita again.

The longing for Rita was like poison, eroding his sanity little by little. He knew that she would not like him, but he just could not let go of her.

He had been trying to all kind of things to distract himself. He thought as time went by, he would gradually forget her. But the truth turned out to be the opposite.

He would even sometimes hide in his car outside Rita’s home for a whole day just to see her for a few seconds.

“Right, I’m drunk, sweetie…don’t leave me please.” Hugging her, Oliver said in a coarse voice. “I will go crazy, I will die.”

Frowning, Rita pushed him away. “You are so drunk.”

Frustration flashed in Oliver’s eyes when Rita pushed him away. Staggering, he walked to the sofa and collapsed into it. “Right, because I’m sick.” And you are the cure.

But you chose Liam.

The thought of that plunged him into a sea of melancholy, his eyebrows creasing, sulkiness in his eyes. “Why? Why him but not me?”

Rita took everything Oliver said as some drunken gibberish. “How do you know I live here? You came here alone?”

“…yeah, I’m alone.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“I’ll go make you some tea, and I’ll send you home later.” Rita said as she headed for the kitchen, but Oliver grabbed her hand.

She lowered her head to eye the boy in the sofa and met a pair of sulky eyes. “Don't go sweetie, I don’t want tea, it’s bitter.” And I don’t want to go home.

It was the first time that Rita had seen such a childish Oliver. Are all men like this when they get drunk? She wondered.

Patiently, she tried to comfort him. “You’ll feel better after you have drank it.”

“No, it’s bitter.”

“I’ll add some sugar in it.”

“Let her make the tea.” Oliver pointed at Lillian standing aside dumbly. “What are you looking at, I’m talking about you, ugly. Go make my tea!”

Ugly?! Lillian clenched her hands tightly.

“Calm down, Lillian,” Rita tried to interpose. “He’s drunk. He’s just raving.”

“Raving? I say the drinks gave him the guts to say what he truly thinks.”

“Sweetie, she’s so mean.”Oliver curled up in Rita’s arms, said timidly. “She’s like a female tiger.”

“Fuck!” Lillian cursed.

Fume rose from Lillian. Rolling her sleeves up, Lillian stepped up in an attempt to teach Oliver a lesson.

“Lillian, just do me a favor. Make him some tea. I’ll let him apologize to you when he’s sober.” Rita said, then paused, and then continued. “No, not apologize. I’ll pry open his eyes and let him see how beautiful you are.”

It worked, Lillian was soothed. Reluctantly, she went to make some tea for Oliver.

Oliver moved his eyes back on Rita after Lillian left and was trapped in her beauty.

Maybe it was the alcohol, abruptly, Oliver kissed Rita on the lips. “Sweetie is the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Rita’s eyes almost popped out when their lips met.

She raised her hands instantly and tried to shove Oliver away, however… the door opened before she could get Oliver off her.

Liam entered the room. When he saw the scene, the tenderness in his eyes froze into cold ice, chill spilling out of him.

Rita felt coldness creeping up her neck.

She turned to look at the door and met Liam’s cold gaze. She lost her breath for an instant.

It’s him, it’s really him!

It’s fucked up.