Sweet Divorce

After Jacob left, Liam rested against the bed.

But after he closed his eyes, all that echoed in his ears was just those words of Rita.

“I've never loved you!”

“I'm just getting back at you!”

“Liam, Let's end here.”

Even if he didn’t believe a word of this, it’s still like a needle stabbing him, extremely painful.

He thought he had good emotional control, but today his calm that he was proud of was like nothing because of that girl.

There was no indifferent person in this world, if there was, it’s just because he never met a person he really loved.

The more indifferent and rational he was, once he fell in love, he would not able to get over it, ever.

Liam laughed bitterly, covering his heart, and slightly closed his eyes, “Rita, no matter what the truth is, I will never let you go this time, never!”

Even if, she was telling the truth.

And he wouldn't let her go.

He wanted to keep her with him even if he needed to tie her down.

Liam had never found that once it came to Rita, he would be so paranoid and incomprehensible.

And at the same time, Rita, who had just left, was standing not far away at the moment.

She hid in the dark and looked through the glass window at the man who looked so distressed on the bed at the moment. Only after she made sure the injury on his hand was treated did she lift her leg and go downstairs and leave the hospital.

Every step Rita took that day was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and it hurt both physically and mentally.

By the time she got off the bus and stood in front of her apartment on the south side of town, she couldn't hold it together anymore.

Her body swayed twice and fell backward abruptly.

When she was about to fall heavily to the ground, a figure suddenly rushed over, a man's warm palm against her waist steadily held her.

“Rita, are you alright?”

in

for his big brother, but

the whole process, so he

I'm fine, I just

forced out a smile, then drew away from the man's warm embrace,

but his handsome face did

mind, and looked at the man beside her

to see you.” Oliver didn’t tell the truth. He hooked the corner of his mouth and pointed to the door, “Rita, I'm thirsty, can you make me some coffee

his feelings for her, so Rita

how he

don't come back in the future, I'm

but every word was like a needle viciously stuck in the heart of Oliver, the

time, he told himself countless

true he loved her,

can’t force her to

countless times had

her go after

didn’t know how it started, and also didn’t know when

head down, the hand at the side of his body clenched and loosened and clenched again to finally let go completely, he then squeezed out a smile,

of a cup of coffee,

then open the door,

something else, but

his dark eyes glancing at her, resuming to be natural and unrestrained, “You're not afraid that I still like you, are you? You think I'm the kind of person who would hang on one

his past flirtations, it really

the first.” Oliver continued with a serious look, “The more I can't get you, the more it stimulates my desire to conquer you, so I confessed to you, but then I thought clearly, that's not

“...” Was that true?

I'm telling the truth.” Oliver frowned, then swept a glance at Rita, “What kind of woman

and her teeth

girl

tongue be

it’s better to take a girl like you

his eyes glittering, like pleading, “Of course, if you can occasionally act as my girlfriend, it would

what exactly did

giggled, “I have too many girls around me, so I need you to help me

So that’s his plan.

finally seen