Sweet Divorce
Chapter 82 Be My Girlfriend

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."

He then replaced the anger with his typical smile. "I bet they learned the lesson now. Otherwise, next time it will be lives they're joking about, theirs and mine."

A joke though it seemed to be, Rira could sense his seriousness.

She had never seen him like this before. She was truly impressed.

She even started to wonder what kind of person his brother was. What kind of man would Oliver put his life to protect?

Intently, she kept binding up the wound and didn't notice Oliver's fierce stare at her.

The first time someone other than his brother handled his wound.

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

"Alright, it's done. Make sure that you won't wet the bandage the flowing days." Abruptly, she jerked her head up and their eyes confronted.

Embarrassed, Oliver averted his eyes. "Thanks."

Despite the calmness he had on the surface, his heart was palpitating.

The sudden change of himself puzzled Oliver.

What's happening to him?

"You bled a lot. Mix some sugar in water and drink it when you get home, that'll help. I got things to deal, I have to go now." wiping her hands clean, she stepped outward. She couldn't stay here too long or she wouldn't get the Wilson Group on time.

But her arm was grabbed when she stepped out the classroom.

"Rita...could you be my girlfriend?"

Rita was stunned.

What?

He's asking her to start a relationship with him?

She calmed down again after a few seconds of shock.

He's fooling around again.

She wrenched her hand out. "Come on, I really have something to do now, I don't have time with your jokes..."

Suddenly, her mouth was sealed by something wet and cold.

His kiss was even more of a shock than his word.

She heard Oliver again when she's still in shock. "Be my girlfriend."

He raised her head to look at him, conflicted.

He's serious?

No!

Impossible!

Oliver wouldn't like her, she's just a cripple, and she's not good-looking either.

He did this because of Liam.

After all, that's the reason why he approached her in the first place.

The thought of that put a thick layer of ice on her face. "It's not funny, Oliver."

"I mean it, I..."

"Enough, Oliver." She cut him off, anger blazing in her eyes. "I don't care what happened between you and Liam, I want no part of it." Oliver paused when he heard Liam's name.

Rita caught it although it was subtle.

She's right.

For an instant, a layer of ice crept up in her eyes. "Don't use me!"

Her reaction stuck Oliver with bitterness.

However, he fanned out his arms and smiled. "Come on, it's just a joke. Don't be mad."

"Calm down, sweetie, you don't want to be mad, it's gonna put wrinkles on your face."

He walked up, lifted the corner of Rita's lips manually. "I'm wrong. I promise I won't do anything like this again. Don't be mad, alright?"

His explanation only aggravated her anger.

Who would joke about such things?

"Still mad?"

"What do you think?" Rita's face was still dark.

"You know what? How about I let you kiss me back?"

He stretched her lips outward towards Rita as he said.

That freaked Rita out. She shoved him away, her mouth twitched. "No, thanks. I'll pass, save it for someone else.”

"Then, are you still mad, sweetie?" he blinked, smiling unctuously.

Of course she's still mad.

But... she dared not say that anymore. Who knew what madness he could bring up if she said she was.

She gave up. "No, I'm not."

"Good."

Oliver took a long breath out intentionally to hide the frustration in his eyes.

His smile disappeared as Rita disappeared in his sight.

Through the window, he stared off into the grey sky, mocking himself. "What are you so sad for. It's just your plan."

It's just his plan! He didn't need to feel frustrated.

All those emotions vanished after his self- hypnotize.

Clearing himself of thoughts, he left the room.

But none of the two of them noticed a pair of eyes staring at them at the other end of the hallway.

Nora witnessed the whole shebang and recorded it.

Looking at the picture of Oliver and Rita kissing on her phone, Nora smiled slyly. "I rack my brain to think of way of revenge. And you just gave me, Rita."

This time, she would ruin her.

We'll see, Rita.

Putting her phone into pocket, she trotted out.

The next few days were pleasantly peaceful.

Rita went to her post every day after her class.

The company started to assign her with tasks lately.

Right now, she's discussing with Liam about the supplier of diamonds.

"How about this one?" she pointed at a sample that just sent here.

"Not pure enough." Liam just paid it a peek. "Pick another supplier."

Another! Again?

She had spent two hours in the office this morning. They have checked six sample, but none of them satisfied Liam.

Her head was about to blow now.

She lowered her eyes on the diamond, frowning. It couldn't be any pure.

Was her skill declining? She couldn't distinguish good diamonds from bad ones anymore?

Her phone rang when she was wondering.

It was Isabella. She strode outside to the hallway and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Go on the school's forum!" Isabelle sounded anxious on the phone.

Confused, Rita asked. "What? Why?"

"Someone posted photos of you and Oliver kissing on the forum."

It was a bolt from the blue.

Hastily, she logged in her account and didn't even hang up the phone.

She saw a post titled "Two-timer, married girl cheats" at once when she logged in.

She clicked on it, and then a photo of Oliver kissing her entered her sight.

What happened?

How was there photo of what happened that day?

Her face became pale looking at the photo.

She drifted away and didn't notice Liam was walking up to her.

Out of curiosity, he peeked at her phone.

Then of course, he saw the photo.

For an instant, a layer of ice covered his eyes.☐☐☐☐☐☐