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.

frustration with

more than a minute,

Oliver’s change

Then her phone rang.

scowled when she saw Liam’s name

about what happened at noon,

didn't hear of him right now, he’s going to spoil her

right after

triggered Oliver’s curiosity.

all sorts of feelings

ringing, Oliver gave Rita a glance and smile grimly. “Pick it up, I need

the hallway as she watched

thought

but ended up

you?” Liam’s voice rang on the phone, thick with concern

coldly, “get ready

see, I’ll let Jacob

“Alright.”

I’m outside

as Rita tried

paused, bewilderment filled her

he doing

or you come find me at the gate?” Liam asked. But what he

he gave her choices every time. But the truth

chose neither of them. Call it off, I’m not going.” resolved, she hung

watery gripping her phones

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

had to be a cripple for the rest of her life. The pain was a reminder of how ruthless that man was. She needed to be sober, to

“Rita.”

rang beside her ear when was

jerked her head up to look at the voice and met Liam’s

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

calm, though he was hurt

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