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.

already concealed the frustration with his customary smile.

serious for more than a minute,

of Oliver’s change of

Then her phone rang.

scowled when she saw Liam’s name on the

about what happened at noon, so she

of him right now,

right after

reluctance was so obvious that it triggered Oliver’s curiosity. He peeked at her

name, all sorts of

grimly. “Pick

reverberated through the hallway as she watched Oliver

she thought to

again, but ended up answering it

rang on the phone, thick

Rita replied coldly, “get ready for the advertisement shooting this

let Jacob

“Alright.”

I’m outside

Rita tried

paused, bewilderment filled her

is he doing

want me to meet you inside , or you come

choices every time. But the

of them. Call it off, I’m not going.”

eyes became watery gripping her phones in

but not to anything related to her maimed leg. The treatment Liam arranged for

was a reminder of how ruthless that man was. She needed to be sober, to

“Rita.”

ear when

head up to look

at him, Rita scowled, indifference in her eyes. “Please, I’m really sick of your shows, grandpa

though he was hurt by how cold Rita’s tone was. “He said it still can

use of me?” she looked at him expressionlessly, “if not. Excuse me, I have