Chapter 113 Are You Stupid?
It must be a coincidence.
Natalie experienced a restless night, unsure whether her discomfort stemmed from adjusting to Oliver’s absence or the weight of the news.
If it was the former, it would be terrifying.
…
The following morning, Natalie received a call from Oliver.
"What gift do you want?"
‘Another gift?’
Thinking about the invaluable necklace tucked away in the wardrobe, Natalie promptly replied, "There is nothing I want."
"Hmm?
Oliver expressed dissatisfaction with her response.
Worried that his domineering nature would resurface and that he would buy her gifts worth millions, she said, “You can’t buy the thing I want.”
…
"What is it?"
The conditions at the private hospital in France were excellent, and the ward had floor-to-ceiling windows.
Oliver put his hand in his pocket, looking at the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
"Natalie said, "I want a sunrise as beautiful as Monet's Impression, Sunrise."
Oliver chuckled. "Silly."
It was his first time hearing a woman mention France without the expected references to the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Château de Chambord, wine estates, Lyonnaise cuisine, or high-end fashion. Instead, she wanted a sunrise.
On the other end of the line, Natalie questioned silently, ‘Why am I silly for liking sunrise? This man doesn’t have a single romantic bone in his body at all!’
…
Two days later, Oliver called again. It was a video call this time.
"What..."
The last word lodged in her throat.
On the phone screen, a spectacular scene unfolded.
The sea and sky seamlessly met at the horizon, an untamed morning sky draped in a vast, dark blue curtain, mirroring the expansive, dark sea below. The rising sun nestled between them, casting its rays through the gap, illuminating the pristine coastline and the seagulls in flight.
It was breathtakingly beautiful!
Through the earpiece, the roaring sea breeze and the flutter of a man's coat in the morning wind blended into the awakening sounds of nature.
"The sunrise there beats Le Havre," Natalie said, thinking about Monet's ‘Impression, Sunrise’ that was inspired by a port in Le Havre.
After a moment, she seemed to finally remember Oliver and asked, “Where are you?”
"Nice," Oliver replied.
Nice is situated on the southeastern coast of France, approximately 580 miles away from Paris.
"You… Weren’t you in Paris?" Natalie inquired as her heart began to thump loudly.
Oliver said, “I’m in Nice now. You better take a good look at the sunrise. I've driven 9 hours for this!”
Where the sea kissed the sky, a burst of golden-red brilliance adorned the horizon, revealing the sunrise's brief but breathtaking brilliance.
Oliver must have been standing on a cliff. He captured the view at an excellent angle, capturing the surrounding exotic European architecture.
Fishing boats, resembling strokes in a living canvas, gracefully sailed along the coast.
Natalie touched her chest and felt her heart pounding. His actions had touched her deeply.
She had constructed an emotional fortress, convinced that Oliver's past acts of protection did not mean much to him and that he only did it out of slight interest in her. However, she found it hard to convince herself now when just a passing comment from her spurred him to drive about 580 miles just so he could show her a sunrise more beautiful than Monet’s Impression, Sunrise.
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