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.”

his typical smile. “I bet they learned the lesson now. Otherwise, next time

seemed to be, Rira could sense

him like this before. She was

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

binding up the wound and didn’t notice Oliver’s fierce

than his brother

her, he felt warmth flow

Make sure that you won’t wet the bandage the flowing days.” Abruptly, she jerked her head up and their

averted his

he had on the surface, his heart was

sudden change of

What’s happening to him?

that’ll help. I

stay here too long or she wouldn’t get the

grabbed when she stepped out

be my

Rita was stunned.

What?

start a relationship with

down again after a few seconds

He’s fooling around again.

I really have something to do now, I don’t have time

her mouth was sealed by something wet

of a shock than

she’s

to look

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

wouldn’t like her, she’s just a cripple, and she’s not good-looking

this because

he approached her in

thick layer of

“I mean it, I…”

in her eyes. “I don’t care what happened

paused when he

caught it although it was

She’s right.

a layer of ice crept up in her

stuck Oliver

smiled. “Come

don’t want to be mad, it’s gonna put wrinkles on your

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

only aggravated her

joke about such

“Still mad?”

you think?” Rita’s face

what? How about I let you

stretched her lips outward towards

away, her mouth twitched. “No, thanks. I’ll pass,

you still mad, sweetie?” he blinked,

she’s

that anymore. Who knew what madness he could bring

up. “No,

“Good.”

breath out intentionally to hide the frustration in

as Rita disappeared in