---- Chapter 133 Liam's expression had darkened halfway through her explanation. "Were you alone when it happened?" "Yeah, I was by myself," Wendy said, thinking he was worried about the car. She quickly added, "It was just a minor scratch. T've already sent it in for repairs." "Does James know about this?" The sudden mention of that name caught her off guard. It took her a moment to respond. "No, Ididn't tell him. We're already-" She stopped herself.

She couldn't exactly announce the divorce just yet, not with so many familiar faces around. Liam's face instantly turned cold. "It doesn't matter, as long as you're okay. The car doesn't matter to me compared to you. Then, he pulled out his phone. "Hang on. I need to make a call. Wendy nodded, watching as he stepped aside. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Even though the car had been a gift from Liam, she never really saw it as her own.

In her heart, it still felt like it belonged to him. 'A few minutes later, he returned. ---- "Sean is driving the car over. Let's wait for a moment." Wendy looked curious. "Who exactly is Sean?" "He's a butler." His answer was vague, but she didn't push further. She stood with him on the sidewalk while they waited. "When does your kid usually get out of school?" Liam asked out of the blue. The question interrupted her moment of ease. "Why do you ask?" Wendy said, puzzled. He didn't look at her.

"I was just wondering . You seem like someone who really loves your child." Wendy didn't reply, not until a sleek Panamera pulled up in front of them. She opened the door and said calmly, "James picks him up, so I don't have to." Liam froze for a second before getting in. "Are you really okay with that?" He knew how much Wendy cared about Ethan. The question slipped out before he could stop himself. But right after, he realized he might have overstepped.

"When things settle down, maybe you can bring him over." Wendy got in and said softly, "I won't." Liam took the driver's seat this time. Sean stood on the curb and watched them drive off with a warm, knowing smile. ---- Trying to alleviate the mood, Wendy glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "How is Sean getting home?" "He can calla cab." She chuckled. "You must be paying him really well." "It's not bad. Why? Did he serve you well while I was away?" "'Serve ?

What are we, in the last century ?" She laughed. "I didn't need 'serving,' but he did help me out a bit. Give him a raise." She was joking, but to her surprise, Liam nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. If you say so." Wendy turned to look at him. "I swear, you're hiding something from me." "I'm not." His grip on the steering wheel tightened , though she didn't notice. "You'd better not be. I hate being lied to." With that, she pulled out her phone and searched for a restaurant. "Here.

Follow this route," she said, holding up the navigation. The phone notification broke the heavy silence in the car, easing some of the tension. Of course, the guilty one was Liam.