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.”

“I bet they learned the lesson now. Otherwise, next time it will be lives

to be, Rira

him like this before. She was

even started to wonder what kind of person his brother was. What kind of

and didn’t

than his brother handled his

at her, he felt warmth flow through inside him.

won’t wet the bandage the flowing days.” Abruptly, she jerked her head up and

averted his

had on the surface, his

change of himself

What’s happening to him?

it when you get home, that’ll help. I got things to deal, I have

long or she wouldn’t

grabbed when she

be

Rita was stunned.

What?

asking her to start a relationship with

after a

He’s fooling around again.

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

was sealed by

more of a shock

again when she’s still in shock.

head to look

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

a cripple, and she’s

did this because of

that’s the reason why he

thick layer of ice on her

“I mean it, I…”

Oliver.” She cut him off, anger blazing in her eyes. “I don’t care what happened between you and Liam,

paused when he heard Liam’s

although it was

She’s right.

an instant, a layer of ice crept up in her eyes. “Don’t use

reaction stuck Oliver

he fanned out his arms and smiled. “Come

don’t want to be mad, it’s

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

explanation only aggravated

would joke about

“Still mad?”

Rita’s face

I let

outward

She shoved him away, her mouth twitched. “No, thanks. I’ll pass, save it for

you still mad, sweetie?” he blinked, smiling

she’s still

anymore. Who knew what madness he could bring up if she said

up. “No,

“Good.”

intentionally to hide

smile disappeared as Rita disappeared in his