Chapter 119 Natalie, Admit Your Mistake to Me
Jane hurriedly exited the All Night Manor, greeted by the howling night wind and the dazzling glow of the All Night Manor sign. Her eyes darted around, but there was no sign of Natalie.
"Jane, let me bring you to the hospital."
A man approached, radiating dominance.
Jane's concern for Natalie had led her to reluctantly owe a favor to this person, hoping to leave quickly and find Natalie. Little did she know, he had been waiting for this opportunity to see her downfall.
Earlier, fury overcame Jane, and she resorted to violence. The bar descended into chaos as several individuals, both men and women, fought without regard for dignity. A punch to Jane's back brought the brawl to a halt.
Suddenly, four or five plain-clothed individuals rushed in to shield her from harm.
A tall figure in a black duckbill hat stood before her.
"Thank you for your assistance," Jane said icily, her eyes holding a mixture of mockery, hidden despair, and sadness, "Clint, I'll repay this debt when I can."
"Jane, you know my men are protecting you under Anthony's orders. Jane, Anthony..."
Clint hesitated under Jane's warning gaze, unable to continue.
"Leave him out of it, and I might still consider you a friend."
Since the night the Watkins family fell, Anthony had become an unbearable existence to Jane.
Clint wisely changed the subject, saying, "Jane, where do you want to go? You've been drinking; I'll drive you."
Clint was part of Anthony's team. When Anthony infiltrated the Watkins family, Clint posed as his direct subordinate within the bodyguard system.
Young Jane had been even more outspoken back then, with a big reputation and ego. Most of the trouble she caused was resolved personally by Anthony, with Clint handling the smaller issues.
Jane and Clint's bond had formed during their high school years. Jane had liked Anthony then and maintained a good image in front of him. As a result, all the ‘bad’ activities like skipping class, forging signatures, and midnight wall-climbing were spent with Clint. It was at that time that their friendship had blossomed.
Putting Anthony aside, Jane rather liked Clint. He was very professional and calm.
"No..."
Jane was about to refuse, but she changed her words before they left her lips.
"Help me find someone, and I'll owe you a favor."
…
Natalie had spent the night in a dazed state, alternating between consciousness and unconsciousness. When she finally fully awoke, she found herself in bed, with bright sunlight streaming through the wide French windows, slightly blinding her. Natalie tried to shield her eyes, but the motion sent a sharp pain coursing through her body.
She took a deep breath before she got out of bed. However, perhaps due to exhaustion, she only took a step forward and fell to the ground.
A pair of men's leather shoes entered her field of vision.
Oliver held a cigarette between his fingers as he gazed down at her.
Natalie could not make out his expression from this angle, and she did not want to. She suddenly found the room suffocating with the smell of tobacco. She took a shallow breath and stubbornly stood up.
He blocked her path, and she sidestepped him, saying, "Excuse me."
Oliver looked at her expressionlessly, standing in place without moving an inch.
If he would not let her pass, she would simply go around him. It did not matter.
Natalie lowered her eyes sarcastically, intending to head to the bathroom.
But as her shoulder brushed against him, the slight impact caused her unstable body to fall again.
Oliver furrowed his brow, retracting the hand he was about to extend, thinking that here was a carpet on the floor, so her fall would not cause harm.
"Natalie, admit your mistake, and I won't hold it against you," Oliver said, not wanting to admit that his heart hurt. He felt as though he had been thrown into hell when he thought about how he had hurt her.
‘Admit my mistake?’
Natalie wore a composed expression. She maintained her silence to express her resistance. Since she did not have the energy to get up, she simply sat on the ground, slowly recovering.
Despite his anger and frustration, he could not bring himself to scold her when he saw her pitiable state. In the end, feeling helpless and angry, he squatted down and lifted her up.
His sudden movement caught Natalie off guard. Panic flashed in her eyes as she looked at him.
“Let me help you.”
Natalie ignored him; she seemed to have calmed down. She allowed him to do as he pleased. Suddenly, the smell of tobacco entered her nose, causing her to cough uncomfortably.
Oliver supported her before putting his cigarette out. Without his cigarette, he felt even more agitated. He asked, “What do you want to do?”
"Shower."
“I’ll help you.”
…
Oliver placed a bath towel on the marble sink and let Natalie sit next to it. Then, he dipped the towel in warm water before helping her to clean up.
However, as soon as he touched her, she pushed him away.
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