Sweet Divorce

Chapter 38 Liam is Her Cushion

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 didn't have time to rest, after all, her base was so poor that even with such intense practice, she was still not sure if she could beat so many contestants, let alone Charlotte, who stood at the top of the pyramid.

So, she had to try.

Took all the effort to practice.

This battle was of great importance.

She reached for her pencil, while the man turned away.

"Liam, give me the pencil!" Rita frowned.

"You've drawn enough today. Your hand muscles are too tired to draw anymore." Liam took her painting, pointing to the modified place, "Under this state, the line you draw is unfavorable without beauty."

Rita looked at the line on the paper. It was just as terrible as the man had said that had directly affected the whole design.

"Let's go."

Liam reached for a coat on, strolling out of the room.

Behind, Rita’s face was blank. "Where to go?"

"Since your hands are tired, you can listen to my design skills and experience with your ears, and that's learning too." Liam did not stop and continued to walk outward.

"Isn’t the same to have a class in the room? Why go out?" Although Rita was puzzled, she still took a cashmere coat on quickly.

After all, Liam's experience was the essence of her specialized courses.

Learning was earning!

"Walking around and seeing the landscape helps to reduce your visual fatigue and your nervous tension." Outside the door came the man's explanation. Rita's hand holding clothes froze.

She sharply looked up at the man outside.

'Was he caring about her?'

'It shouldn't be.'

He had ever cared about her. There was no such a thing.

Once again, Rita brushed away the wrong idea and put on her coat and followed.

In the past life, Rita had come to the Wilson’s house many times, but she had her full mind on Liam, and had never really appreciated the old house and its garden.

This was a European courtyard, suggesting the dignified and rich status of the master all around.

Walking past a rockery and a fish pond, they walked toward a little pavilion. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Because the rain just passed, autumn wind came with the fragrance of grass. It was very refreshing. Rita felt that her irritability and fatigue disappeared to some extent.

Listening to Liam’s lecture in this elegant environment was a good way to study indeed.

When they were tired of walking, they stopped in the pavilion.

She leaned against the vermilion pavilion and listened carefully to the man talking about the design.

***

At that point, in a room on the second floor, old Mr. Wilson was looking at the two people in the courtyard through the glass window, sitting in a wheelchair. His bleared eyes were full of relief. "Well, their relationship finally thaw. It seems that I may have a great grandson."

"This time they come back, I can see that Young Master has changed his attitude towards Young Mistress." The housekeeper who stood behind old Mr. Wilson also sighed with wonder.

This made old Mr. Wilson even happier.

"After so many years, Liam finally decides to give up on the person who he had been caring for. The efforts of Rita for so many years will finally pay back. It’s not easy for her."

"But ..."

While Mr. Wilson was overwhelmed, the housekeeper started again.

The pale brow furrowed. "But what?"

"When I was just delivering them fruit, I found that Young Mistress's passion for Young Master seemed to have faded." Before, every time he had delivered fruit, he could always found Young Mistress pounding at Young Master, but this time Young Mistress was just immersed in design.

This change, indeed, cannot be ignored.

Hearing housekeeper's words, Mr. Wilson recalled the interaction pattern between Rita and Liam, and he also sensed Rita’s change.

In particular, her look at Liam changed.

Not passionate any more.

Old Mr. Wilson’s sight fell on the courtyard again, and there was slight worry in his eyes. "Let’s walk around downstairs. By the way, we can have a look at the two children's relationship mode."

Old Mr. Wilson let the housekeeper help him go downstairs.

***

In the courtyard, Rita was very sleepy at the moment, probably because of the recent intensive practice.

Leaning on the post and listening to the class, she fell asleep as soon as her eyes closed.

"Although base is important, so is inspiration, so ..." Liam cast a glance at the woman beside him, but only found that she had fallen into sleep.

He curiously looked at the tired woman.

How special this design contest was, that it could turn this woman into a spree, even spending whole day on remedial work?

Seeing the little woman sleeping so sweetly, he couldn't bear to wake her up.

He pulled off his coat and gently draped it on her to prevent her from catching a cold or having a fever again.

After all, the woman was so fragile that often had a high fever.

Suddenly, Rita's little head was crooked.

Liam subconsciously lent her his shoulder as a pillow.

In the moonlight, he was leaned by the woman in his arms as a cushion, but never thought of going back to the room.

It seemed that only at this moment would she have been less resistant to him.

Seeing this scene, old Mr. Wilson hurriedly raised his hand to stop the housekeeper behind, "Stop, don't go over."

"What's wrong, sir?" The housekeeper was confused.

"Let's just sit with them quietly, it's fine." Old Mr. Wilson was very relieved, appreciating the scene that his grandson became a cushion under the moonlight.

Until it got cooler and cooler, Mr. Wilson finally let the housekeeper push himself back to the room.

Sitting on the sofa, the old man took a sip of hot tea. Then he seemed to think of something and looked up to the housekeeper, "Housekeeper, send a blanket to Liam. Don’t let him catch a cold."

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper nodded.

"Oh yes, Liam is thin-skinned. You just need to put down the blanket and come back without saying anything." Cautioned old Mr. Wilson.

The housekeeper seemed to understand something. He nodded with a smile, taking a blanket and walking toward the garden.