Sweet Divorce

Rita ended up going to the infirmary as Oliver insisted.

“Thanks,” she said to Oliver when they left the infirmary, smiling.

“Don’t wet the wound until it heals.”Oliver urged her.

Looking at him, Rita grinned.

Rita found it felt kind of weird though, when Oliver replaced his customary smile with this seriousness.

“Rita.”

She heard Oliver call her and came back to herself, “What?”

“Are you having a crush on me?”

Out of nowhere, Oliver asked. Rita was bewildered. What? What kind of question was that?

How did you get from a wound to me having a crush on me? How does your mind work?

“I know I’m attractive. But have some self-restrain, Rita. Your eyes were about to jump out when you stared at me.”

Rita twitched her mouth when she heard his explanation. “I was just drifting off.”

Come on, don’t be so narcissistic.

“Oh? Is that so?” Oliver shook his head in disbelief. “Cutie, look in my eyes and say that again.”

His face leaned forward towards Rita so suddenly that Rita froze in shock.

Rita could feel Olive’s breath on her cheek now.

Her heart palpitated, but she managed to regain to composure real quick. She said plainly. “No worries. Even you were the only man left in the world, I still would not like you.”

Is that true?

A hint of frustration flashed in Oliver’s eyes.

his stance, he had already concealed the frustration with his customary smile. “Cutie, you’re so cold,

more than

Oliver’s change

Then her phone rang.

scowled when

about what happened

right now, he’s going to

again right

triggered Oliver’s curiosity. He

he saw Liam’s name, all sorts of feelings

phone kept ringing, Oliver gave Rita a glance and smile grimly. “Pick it

through the hallway as she

she thought

hang up again, but ended

rang on the phone, thick

“get ready

let Jacob

“Alright.”

outside your

Rita tried to hang

paused, bewilderment

he

see Doctor Houghton now, I made an appointment with him, remember? You want me to meet you inside , or you come find me

he gave her choices every time. But the truth was, she never

of them. Call it off, I’m not going.” resolved,

gripping her phones in her

her maimed leg.

The pain was a reminder of how ruthless that man was. She needed to be sober, to stay away from

“Rita.”

rang beside her ear

up to look at the

scowled, indifference in her eyes. “Please, I’m really sick of your shows, grandpa doesn’t have

calm, though he was hurt by how cold Rita’s

him expressionlessly, “if not. Excuse me, I have