Sweet Divorce

Rita helped him up, but in haste, she mistakenly grabbed on his wounded arm. She could feel he spasm of pain.

Hurriedly, she took her hand off him. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“You did…you better start to think about what you can do to make me up, sweetie.” Still pale, he smiled slyly. For the moment, he became the funny Oliver again.

She backed off a step from him. “I think you’re fine, you can still joke.”

“No, I’m not.” He grabbed her hand, his pale face inclining forward towards her. “How about giving me some encouragement of love? Sweetie.”

Encouragement?

Rita wrenched her hands away from her. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I help you with that. Save yourself.”

She whirled to leave but heard him groan in pain.

She couldn’t just leave him here.

He carried her to the infirmary when she hurt her leg.

He probably forgot it, but she would never do.

Always repay other’s virtue, that’s her principle.

She turned back around, glanced at his bleeding arm, said gravely. “We better go to the hospital.”

“No!”he scowled, passed a bottle of alcohol to Rita. “You help me wrap the wound.”

“But…”

“No more ‘but’, sweetie, or you might be attending my funeral later.”

He interrupted her before she could finish. She paused a moment and then took the bottle.

She dipped some alcohol on a cloth to cleanse his wound. Oliver’s wounded hand shook violently when the cloth touched him.

She knew how hurtful it could be since she just hurt her leg no longer ago.

To distract him, she asked. “How did you get this?”

“Fight.”

She would never expect that to be the answer. She paused for quite a few seconds. “For what?”

“…”

Oliver didn't answer so Rita took it as he didn't want to talk about it.

So she didn’t persist.

After all, everyone had their own secrets.

“They said my brother was a cripple. They talked shit about him.”

The anger in his voice broke the silence. Rita turned to look at him. “So you started a fight with him.

He nodded. “Nobody mocks my brother! Whoever dares to do so, I’ll kick his ass.”

“That’s really touching and admirable, but you should’ve acted more rationally. One on a dozen? That’s really unwise.”

A frown crept up on her face when she saw how deep the wound was. She grabbed the bandage and stared wrapping.

“I could only think of one thing at that time. I won’t let anybody insult my brother and I had to make them remember it.”

replaced the anger with his typical smile. “I bet they learned the lesson now. Otherwise, next

to

had never seen him like this before. She was

kind of person his brother was. What kind of man would Oliver put his

wound and didn’t notice Oliver’s fierce stare at

someone other than

flow

wet the bandage the flowing

Oliver averted

had on the surface, his

sudden change of

What’s happening to him?

that’ll help. I got things to deal, I have to go now.” wiping her hands clean, she stepped

or she wouldn’t get the Wilson Group

grabbed when she stepped

be my

Rita was stunned.

What?

asking her to start a relationship

down again after a

He’s fooling around again.

hand out. “Come on, I really have something to do now, I don’t have time

sealed by something

was even more of a

Oliver again when she’s still in

head to look at him,

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

like her, she’s just a cripple, and

did this

reason why he approached her in

layer of ice on her face.

“I mean it, I…”

don’t care what happened between you

paused when he heard Liam’s

although

She’s right.

of ice crept up in her eyes. “Don’t use

stuck Oliver

his arms and smiled. “Come on, it’s just a joke. Don’t be

down, sweetie, you don’t want to be

manually. “I’m wrong. I promise I won’t do anything like this again. Don’t

explanation only aggravated

would joke about

“Still mad?”

think?” Rita’s

I let you kiss me

lips outward towards Rita as

shoved him away, her mouth twitched. “No,

still mad, sweetie?” he

she’s

anymore. Who knew what madness he could bring up if

gave up.

“Good.”

took a long breath out intentionally to hide the frustration

Rita