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.

he had already concealed the frustration with his customary smile. “Cutie, you’re so cold, my heart is broken

more than a

note of Oliver’s change of mood, rubbing her forehead

Then her phone rang.

out her phone and scowled when she

about what happened at noon, so she hung

now, he’s going to

again right after

obvious that it triggered Oliver’s curiosity.

name, all sorts of feelings

Rita a glance and smile grimly. “Pick it up, I need to go to

the hallway as she

she thought to

ended up answering it after a moment of

Liam’s voice rang on the phone, thick with concern and

Rita replied coldly, “get ready for

see, I’ll let

“Alright.”

I’m outside

as Rita tried to hang

paused, bewilderment filled

is he doing

an appointment with him, remember? You want me to meet you inside , or you come find

choices every time. But the truth was,

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

watery gripping

concessions, but not to anything related to her maimed leg. The treatment Liam arranged for her would be the last

life. The pain was a reminder

“Rita.”

voice rang beside her ear when was drawn

up to look at the voice and

him, Rita scowled, indifference in her eyes. “Please, I’m really sick

medical record.” He kept calm, though he was hurt by how cold Rita’s

you have other use of me?” she looked at him expressionlessly, “if not. Excuse me, I have to go, I still