Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 38

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.

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.