Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 93

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.

But when he erected his stance, he had already concealed the frustration with his customary smile. “Cutie, you’re so cold, my heart is broken now.”

“You can’t be serious for more than a minute, can you?”

Rita took no note of Oliver’s change of mood, rubbing her forehead helplessly.

Then her phone rang.

She reached out her phone and scowled when she saw Liam’s name on the screen.

She’s still mad about what happened at noon, so she hung up.

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

But the phone rang again right after she just hung up.

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

When he saw Liam’s name, all sorts of feelings stirred inside him.

The phone kept ringing, Oliver gave Rita a glance and smile grimly. “Pick it up, I need to go to the restroom anyway.”

The ringing reverberated through the hallway as she watched Oliver drift away.

Annoying, she thought to herself.

She wanted to hang up again, but ended up answering it after a moment of thoughts.

“Where are you?” Liam’s voice rang on the phone, thick with concern and anxiety.

“School.” Rita replied coldly, “get ready for the advertisement shooting this afternoon.”

“I see, I’ll let Jacob arrange that.”

“Alright.”

But shouldn’t she be?

He broke her leg! Now he’s letting a doctor treat her. What rights did he have to do whatever he wanted?

Did she have to accept whatever he arranged?

No!

She didn’t want that!

She wrenched her arm away from Liam, said stubbornly. “So what I’m having a pique? I’m happy with that!” and then she just strode away.

Liam lighted a cigarette and took a puff, watching Rita at the back.

Maybe he went too hard on the puffing, the smoke choked him and he started to cough.

But still, he kept smoking.

Jacob had been trailing Liam off from afar.

He walked up to Liam when Rita left.

He peered at Rita, then at Liam, and was terrified when he saw the expression on Liam’s face.

He had never a look as horrifying as the one Liam’s having now. The coldness spilling out from his eyes could plunge the whole world into an eternal winter.

Jacob swallowed down his saliva, asked timidly. “Where are you going now, Liam?”

“What do you think?” Liam gazed at him sharply.

Why did you always vent your anger on me? It your wife who upset you! I have nothing to do with it! I’ not a punch bag!

“Then, then what we’re gonna do next?”

Liam took another puff and headed to his car. “Kidnap her.”