Sweet Divorce

Chapter 41 It Has Nothing to Do with You

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. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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 things first," cut in Mason. He didn't know what his daughter was thinking yet. "Liam, recently our family ..."

"Ahem!"

Amelia coughed and glared at Mason, motioning for him not to say anything else.

Everyone could tell that Liam was not going to talk about business.

Obviously, what he said was just pleasantries.

But the silly Mason took it seriously. How stupid!

However, more disappointment was waiting for her. Mason didn't even take her hint. He asked, "Mom, why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the doctor?"

Amelia looked even more awkward.

How could she have such a stupid son who couldn't read one's face!

With her back to Liam, Amelia glared at Mason.

Mason was dumbfounded.

He had asked out of concern but ended up angering his mom. Embarrassed, he stood there and dared not to say one more word.

"Nothing serious. There's no rush. Liam, Rita will take you to rest first. We can talk later." Amelia looked at Liam with a smile.

"I'll do as Grandma says," Liam replied. Then he turned to Rita. "Where is your room?"

"On the third floor. I'll take you there." Rita took his arm and continued gently, "Baby, my room is not south-facing and is sunless, so you won't be able to enjoy your favorite sunshine. I hope you don’t mind."

She deliberately stressed the words "not south-facing" and "sunless."

As savvy as Amelia was, she would know what to do.

"Rita!"

Sure enough, Amelia stopped her.

With her back to Amelia, Rita smirked. When she turned around, she asked in confusion, "Yes, Grandma?"

"Take Liam to your old room, which has a French window and plenty of sunshine." Hearing Amelia's words, Rita bit her lips, pretending to be in a dilemma.

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked.

"Grandma, I don't think I can do that. Wasn't that room given to Charlotte?"

As soon as she finished her sentence, Amelia turned to Charlotte. "Charlotte, you move back to your old room. Give that big room to Rita and Liam for them to use when they come back. Is that OK for you?"

Charlotte had racked her brains to get that big room.

She had barely used it yet, and now Rita had gotten it back through Liam's power.

'Shit! Damn her!'

Charlotte was reluctant, but in front of Amelia she dared not to show it.

"Of course it's OK," she said, pretending to be understanding.

"Thanks, Charlotte. As a neat freak, Liam never uses someone else's old things, so please take your bed sheets with you."

Rita smiled sweetly, but Charlotte hated it!

It was killing her.

With a forced a smile, Charlotte said, "OK, no problem."

"Baby, sorry for the delay. Are you sleepy?" Rita asked Liam coquettishly as she walked past Charlotte gloating.

Before Liam could reply, Amelia gestured for Charlotte to hurry.

Just now her dad had annoyed her grandma. Charlotte took care not to anger her again. Otherwise, things would only develop to Rita's family's advantage.

Thinking of this, Charlotte forced herself to go upstairs. Rita smirked. Finally, she got her room back! This was just the beginning of the revenge game!

Rita regained her senses, only to find Liam staring at her. She was startled.

When she met his sharp eyes, she was stunned for a second.

'Why is he looking at me like that?' she thought, panicking.

With her head bowed, she walked away.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

"Rita, the room is ready." Charlotte forced a smile when she saw her walk in, and then walked towards the door with the quilt.

Rita smiled. "Thank you, Charlotte."

"Not at all. It was your room in the first place. I wouldn't have moved in if Grandma hadn't insisted it. She thought it would be a waste to leave such a big room unoccupied," Charlotte said. She made it sound like the whole thing was Amelia's fault and she was the innocent one.

That was not what Charlotte had said when she stepped on Rita's chest before Rita died in the previous life.

Back then, Charlotte had said, "Your room is cozy. I took it not because it's big but because I wanted it. I'll take whatever is yours, and destroy it!"

After Charlotte left, Rita touched the pink wall, her eyes reddening.

The year she turned 18, her father painted the walls pink to celebrate her 18th birthday. It was her favorite color. The gift, though simple, carried a lot of love from her dad. She would never let Charlotte destroy it.

"There seems to be nothing special about this room." Suddenly came Liam's voice from behind her, breaking off her reverie.

Since no one else was around, her attitude toward him was back to normal. "It's special for me." This room was full of her dad's love for her.

Her attitude had changed so much Liam couldn't help frowning.

But it was not important at that moment. He was more curious about something else.

Liam gripped her chin and lifted it. Rita was forced to look up at him.

She gazed at his handsome face. Before she knew it, he leaned closer. Close enough for her to see his pores. She was flustered.

"Rita, you changed!" She was no longer the Rita he knew.

"What?" she asked. She didn't want to waste time solving his riddles.

"Why are you always targeting Charlotte?"

He had seen how good Rita used to be to Charlotte, but today he found that her attitude towards Charlotte had changed. Just like her attitude towards him, it puzzled him.

It just changed without any signs. He wanted to know why!