Sweet Divorce

Chapter 191 Won't let her go

After Jacob left, Liam rested against the bed.

But after he closed his eyes, all that echoed in his ears was just those words of Rita.

“I've never loved you!”

“I'm just getting back at you!”

“Liam, Let's end here.”

Even if he didn’t believe a word of this, it’s still like a needle stabbing him, extremely painful.

He thought he had good emotional control, but today his calm that he was proud of was like nothing because of that girl.

There was no indifferent person in this world, if there was, it’s just because he never met a person he really loved.

The more indifferent and rational he was, once he fell in love, he would not able to get over it, ever.

Liam laughed bitterly, covering his heart, and slightly closed his eyes, “Rita, no matter what the truth is, I will never let you go this time, never!”

Even if, she was telling the truth.

And he wouldn't let her go.

He wanted to keep her with him even if he needed to tie her down.

Liam had never found that once it came to Rita, he would be so paranoid and incomprehensible.

And at the same time, Rita, who had just left, was standing not far away at the moment.

She hid in the dark and looked through the glass window at the man who looked so distressed on the bed at the moment. Only after she made sure the injury on his hand was treated did she lift her leg and go downstairs and leave the hospital.

Every step Rita took that day was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and it hurt both physically and mentally.

By the time she got off the bus and stood in front of her apartment on the south side of town, she couldn't hold it together anymore.

Her body swayed twice and fell backward abruptly.

When she was about to fall heavily to the ground, a figure suddenly rushed over, a man's warm palm against her waist steadily held her.

“Rita, are you alright?”

Oliver Roberts looked down at the pale girl in his arms, his eyes were full of worry.

In the morning he went to the hospital to get medicine for his big brother, but he didn't expect to run into Rita and Liam arguing.

She pretended to leave and then secretly went back to check Liam’s situation. Oliver witnessed the whole process, so he followed her the whole way because he was worried about her having an accident.

“Thanks, I'm fine, I just got a little dizzy.”

Rita forced out a smile, then drew away from the man's warm embrace, and kept a distance from him that she should be.

Noticing the detachment in Rita's eyes, Oliver's heart sank, but his handsome face did not show any emotional fluctuations.

Rita collected her mind, and looked at the man beside her confusedly, “Why are you here?”

“I came by to see you.” Oliver didn’t tell the truth. He hooked the corner of his mouth and pointed to the door, “Rita, I'm thirsty, can you make me some coffee later?”

Previously, Oliver hid his feelings for her, so Rita would not hesitate to agree.

But now that she knew how he felt about her, she can't.

“Oliver, don't come back in the future, I'm not worth it.”

Rita’s voice sounded light, but every word was like a needle viciously stuck in the heart of Oliver, the tearing pain in his chest made his eyebrows furrowed.

In fact, after leaving last time, he told himself countless times not to come back.

It’s true he loved her, but she didn’t.

Oliver had always known that he can’t force her to do anything, and he was willing to let go.

It's just that the mental construction he'd done countless times had completely disintegrated at the moment he saw her in the morning.

He couldn't let her go after all.

Love was a strange thing. He didn’t know how it started, and also didn’t know when it would stop.

Oliver raised his eyes and looked at Rita with her head down, the hand at the side of his body clenched and loosened and clenched again to finally let go completely, he then squeezed out a smile, “It’s just a

cup of coffee, do you have to be so stingy?”

“It's not a matter of a cup of coffee, it's...” It’s impossible between them.

“Well, then open the door, I'm really thirsty.”

Rita wanted to say something else, but Oliver interrupted with a smile.

He leaned against the wall, his dark eyes glancing at her, resuming to be natural and unrestrained, “You're not afraid that I still like you, are you? You think I'm the kind of person who would hang on one tree?”

Looking back on his past flirtations, it really didn’t seem that way.

“I've never been rejected by anyone, and you're the first.” Oliver continued with a serious look, “The more I can't get you, the more it stimulates my desire to conquer you, so I confessed to you, but then I thought clearly, that's not love but just the desire to conquer.”

“...” Was that true?

“Don’t look at me that way, I'm telling the truth.” Oliver frowned, then swept a glance at Rita, “What kind of woman I can’t get? Do you think I would really give up other women for a normal girl like you?”

Rita’s eyes narrowed, and her teeth gnashed, “...”

A normal girl like her?

Can his tongue be sharper?

“I thought and thought about it, it’s better to take a girl like you as a buddy, not as my wife.”

At this time, Oliver’s arm surrounded her, his eyes glittering, like pleading, “Of course, if you can occasionally act as my girlfriend, it would be the best!”

“Act as?” Rita wrinkled her eyebrows, what exactly did he think he was talking about?

Oliver giggled, “I have too many girls around me, so I need you to help me drive them away. Don’t be afraid, I have no intention to you!”

So that’s his plan.

She had finally seen him through.

Oliver, although he was flirtatious, he had always been straightforward.

For example, he held a grudge against Liam, it can be seen at a glance, his emotions were fully displayed on his face.

If others said so, Rita may suspect that it was an excuse, but Oliver said so, she did not have much doubt, “As long as you have no more thoughts about me, we can still be friends, but don’t expect more from me, you clean up your mess yourself.”

“Mean!” Oliver pouted, his face full of contempt.

Seeing him like this, Rita burst out a laugh, “Come in, I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

“That’s more like it.” She finally smiled.

Looking at the smile on Rita's face, Oliver finally relieved, but the heart inexplicably surged with a touch of bitterness and heartache.

He obviously loved her very much, but he had to pretend not to, and it was so sad.

“Rita, you silly girl, why did you just say such harsh words to that man?

You must have had a lot of pain in your heart at that time, right?

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It really makes me love and hurt at the same time.”

Rita naturally was not clear about these words Oliver said in his heart.

She opened the door and walked straight in, but ran into the face of a strange man.

What's going on? How did a stranger appear in her house?

Moreover, it was a man.

“Excuse me, and you are...?”

The four eyes met, as opposed to Rita's surprise, the man with gold-rimmed glasses on the opposite side of the room was much calmer.

He elegantly hooked the corners of his mouth and walked over, “Hello, Miss Brown... I’m Atherden Wright.”

“What are you doing in my house, Mr. Wright?” Rita said with a smile, but warily sizing up the strange man with elegant manners in front of her.

The man smiled again, “I’m waiting for Miss Brown to come back.”

Rita was stunned, “?!”

Oliver narrowed his eyes, “?”