Chapter 118 Natalie, You're My Wife
Adrian attempted to stop Oliver, but Oliver easily pushed him away.
Oliver's mind was focused on Natalie, so he only noticed Cadence's hand on his arm. He shook Cadence’s hand off before he protected Natalie in his arms, bringing her away with big strides. At the same time, he looked at those around him warningly.
Adrian and the others tried to catch up, but suddenly, a group of bodyguards appeared and blocked their path.
The leader was Jamie.
Someone yelled, "Who do you think you are? Do you know who this is? He's the young master of the Harrington family! His grandfather runs the Windsor Group! Move!"
Following that, a brawl broke out.
…
Charles waited outside with a sense of apprehension even though he was well aware that Jamie excelled in handling volatile situations like bar brawls.
Upon their exit, Charles perked up. He paused when he saw the somber expression on Oliver's face and Natalie's unusual display of anger and indifference. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Natalie, struggling against Oliver's grip, exclaimed, "Oliver, let me go! I can walk by myself."
His overbearing manner left her feeling demeaned. His tight grasp on her wrist was so forceful it seemed it might snap. She hastened to keep pace with him while attempting to call Jane with her free hand, knowing Jane would be worried about her sudden disappearance.
Jane, ever protective, might rashly confront someone on Natalie's behalf if she grew too impatient.
Seeing her use of the phone, Oliver, in his frustration, snatched it and threw it away. A passing car crushed it, leaving nothing but fragments behind.
Natalie fell silent, her desire to argue evaporating.
‘Jerk!’ she thought, realizing reasoning with him was futile.
He shoved her into the passenger seat and made his way to the driver's side.
Oliver stuffed Natalie into the passenger seat and went straight to the driver's seat.
"Young Master, please allow me to drive. Your current state makes it dangerous for you to be behind the wheel," pleaded Charles, but Oliver dismissed him with a cold glare that cut like a knife.
Charles knew better than to argue. He decided to follow at a safe distance, concerned for their safety.
…
Oliver sped through the city, ignoring traffic signals, his Pagani racing ahead.
Natalie's face paled with fear as she noticed the Mercedes-Benz trailing them falling behind. The anger she had accumulated all night burst out at this time.
"Oliver, what the hell do you want to do?! I married you, not sold myself to you. Don't I even have the right to go out with friends?"
The mental image of Natalie enjoying herself in the bar fueled Oliver's rage. He accelerated, and the Pagani swerved elegantly to a stop at the roadside.
The engine's silence left only the sounds of their heated breaths in the car.
"Do you enjoy Adrian's company that much? Do you find it amusing to see him flirt with others?" Oliver asked accusatorially as he pulled the handbrake before saying, "You’re mine, Natalie."
The streetlamp's yellow glow illuminated his face, accentuating his melancholic and oppressive expression.
"Why does it matter to you?" Natalie retorted, her voice laced with anger, "Yes, I’m your wife on paper, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like property!"
It was this lack of respect that allowed him to drag her away like a thief and callously throw her phone away!
Oliver sneered and began unbuttoning his shirt, an action both tantalizing and menacing.
To Natalie, however, it signified danger.
In Oliver’s opinion, he treated her like a precious treasure, driving for nine hours just for her to see the sunrise. She expressed her affection, gratitude, and longing for him, but the moment he left, she went to find her ex-boyfriend! What did she take him for? A fool?
Oliver called Charles on the phone, saying "Stay away!"
Then, he unilaterally ended the call.
"What... What do you want to do?"
Natalie had a bad feeling and tried to open the car door, but Oliver had already locked it. When she looked up, she saw Oliver's stubborn determination in his eyes, accompanied by a cruel smirk at the corners of his mouth.
…
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Natalie hugged herself, tears flowing freely as she sat motionlessly on the backseat sofa. She gazed at the roof of the expensive car, filled with despair.
She wondered if the pain would have been less had it not been for that sunrise. The sweetness followed by such ruthlessness was unbearable. She had finally mustered the courage to peek out of her shell, only to be mercilessly killed.
"Do you still like that trash, Adrian?" Oliver asked in a hoarse and resentful voice, breaking the silence.
She turned her head away stubbornly, refusing to engage in any further conversation with him.
Oliver sneered. "It doesn't matter if you like him or not! Natalie, you’re my wife. Remember that!"
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