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Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 82

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.

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