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.”
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