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.”

lesson now. Otherwise,

to be, Rira could sense his

seen him like this before.

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

the wound and didn’t notice Oliver’s

other than

warmth flow through inside him. Uncontrollably,

that you won’t wet the bandage the flowing

Oliver averted

he had on the surface, his

change of himself puzzled

What’s happening to him?

and drink it when you get home, that’ll help. I got things

here too long or she wouldn’t get

was grabbed when she stepped out the

be

Rita was stunned.

What?

to start a relationship

calmed down again after a

He’s fooling around again.

something to do now, I don’t

was sealed by

kiss was even more of a shock than his

she’s

raised her head to look

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

a cripple, and she’s not good-looking

did this

he approached her

of that put a thick layer of ice

“I mean it, I…”

She cut him off, anger blazing in her eyes. “I don’t care what happened between you and Liam, I want no part of

when he

although

She’s right.

of ice crept up in

reaction stuck Oliver

and smiled. “Come on, it’s just

want to be mad, it’s gonna put wrinkles on your

walked up, lifted the corner of Rita’s lips manually. “I’m wrong. I promise

only aggravated her

would joke

“Still mad?”

you think?” Rita’s face

I let you kiss

lips outward

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

still mad,

course she’s

not say that anymore. Who knew what madness he

up.

“Good.”

out intentionally to hide the frustration in

disappeared as Rita