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, next time it will be lives they’re joking

to be, Rira could sense

him like

person his brother was. What kind

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

time someone other than his

at her, he felt warmth flow through inside him. Uncontrollably,

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

averted his

calmness he had on

sudden change of himself puzzled

What’s happening to him?

you get home, that’ll help.

too long or she wouldn’t get

when she stepped out the

you be my

Rita was stunned.

What?

start

calmed down again after a few seconds of

He’s fooling around again.

really have something to do now, I don’t

her mouth was sealed by something wet

kiss was even more of

again when she’s still in shock. “Be my

raised her head to look

He’s serious?

No!

Impossible!

wouldn’t like her, she’s just a cripple, and

did this because of

all, that’s the reason why he approached her

layer of ice on her face. “It’s not

“I mean it, I…”

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

paused when he heard Liam’s

caught it although

She’s right.

ice crept

reaction stuck Oliver

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

you don’t want to be

I promise I

explanation only aggravated

joke

“Still mad?”

Rita’s face was still

know what? How about I let you kiss me

lips outward towards Rita

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

you still mad, sweetie?” he

she’s still

Who knew what madness he could bring up if she

up.

“Good.”

a long breath out intentionally to hide

Rita disappeared