Chapter 4

Rita ignored the chatter.  After the speech, she made her way to the washroom to freshen up. When she came out of the washroom, she caught sight of a familiar figure in the hallway. Nelson was propped up against the wall, holding a cigarette. He looked like one of those models on the cover of "GQ" magazine, elegant, but roguishly handsome. Rita's eyes flickered, but she quickly composed herself. He was faster than she had anticipated. She turned a blind eye to his existence and was about to walk past him when he grabbed her by the arm. Before she could say anything, Nelson encircled his arms around her waist and pinned her to the wall, leaving her unable to move. Her gaze was forced to meet his. Nelson's eyes were bloodshot and filled with anger. In contrast, there was nothing but calmness in Rita's eyes. She raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly, with a touch of sarcastic. "Mr. Wallis, I suppose this is not an appropriate position for people to talk." Obviously, Nelson didn't think so. He even got closer to her. "Don't you have anything to say?" Rita shrugged. "Nothing to you." Nelson's face grew even colder at her response. "I've been looking for you," he said through gritted teeth. For three years. After she fell into the river that day, people told him she was dead. Nelson didn't believe it and Nelsonrched the whole city for any trace of her, but to no avail. Hearing this, Rita sneered, "For what? To save your beloved lover?" "RITA ESTHER!" He gnashed his teeth like a warning. Every word of this woman was challenging his patience. The angrier he was, the more Rita wanted to laugh. "Am I wrong? Speaking of which, I find it strange. She seemed to be someone who would die the next second without my bone marrow. How weird. Isn't she alive now?" Rita spoke each word slowly and deliberately. Her smile twisted with bitterness. "Why isn't she dead yet?" "Shut up!" Nelson shouted in a low voice. "No, you shut the fuck up. Who do you think you are, huh?" Rita sneered, raising her hand and pushed away the disgusting man who restricted her freedom. Nelson's eyes darkened. He still could not accept that Rita, who had always been docile to him, had such a rebellious side. Rita straightened up, ignoring the shock on Nelson's face. She smoothed out her dress and about to leave. A man appeared at the corner. It was none other than Rita's companion that night, Abbott Pearson. Seeing that Rita had encountered Nelson, Abbott felt his heart skipped a beat in fear. He took a few steps forward and gently took Rita's hand. Looking at Nelson, he said to Rita, "Rita, let's go home. Mom has been calling us for dinner. She made your favorite dishes!" Rita nodded and smiled. "Okay, let's go back. Don't let Mom wait too long." When the couple were about to leave hand in hand, Abbott even gave Nelson a provocative look. But after they took a few steps, Nelson's cold voice came from behind them. "Rita Esther, are you really so dependent on men? You found yourself a new keeper in less than three years?"  His words dripped with sarcasm. "Mr. Wallis, you'd better watch your mouth." Rita continued, "I will be angry if you speak so rudely to my husband." At that moment, Nelson felt a loud bang in his head. Rita's words made him lose his ability to think. After a long while, he came to his senses. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Rita's wrist. "Do you know what you're talking about?" Rita felt the pain on her wrist, and she frowned slightly. But the sarcasm on her face did not diminish at all. "What? It's been only three years since we last saw each other, and Mr. Wallis is deaf now? I suggest you go to the hospital to have a look." With that, she violently shook off Nelson's hand!