Chapter 126 She is My Wife
Clint attempted to offer an explanation to Jane, his words heavy with the burden of the past.
"Jane, what happened to Jovan was purely accidental…"
Clint trailed off, unable to find the words. After all, only Anthony and Jovan knew what had happened back then.
"What I hate," Jane said, touching her dry eyes, "is not Anthony's betrayal of my family, but that he hurt my brother."
She felt so numb that she could no longer shed tears.
"I tried to reach Anthony afterward," she continued, "I waited outside his mansion all night. I would have believed his explanation or tried to understand his reason. However, I stood outside the entire night only to face rejection and ridicule from his mother."
Clint, weighed down by these events, remained silent. He had feared this would break Jane, yet she stood strong.
"Don’t mention him again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for forgetting our friendship and turning against you," Jane warned Clint, exiting the car. After a few steps, she hesitated and thanked him before walking away.
Clint was rendered speechless by her thanks. He opened the car door and chased after her. After a brief moment of hesitation, he called out, “Jane! The night you fainted outside the mansion, it wasn't me who took you to the hospital. It was Anthony. He doesn't want me to tell you, but I think you need to know."
Jane clenched her fist, controlling her emotions. "I told you not to mention him to me. Otherwise, I won’t be polite with you from now on.”
"Um..." Clint wondered if he had done something foolish.
She spent two years with Anthony, over a year in a relationship, and engaged at eighteen before the engagement was called off. and then the engagement became null. Up until now, she had only been to his house once.
She remembered standing outside his mansion in a thunderstorm, waiting for him, despite her fear of thunder. She hoped he would give her an explanation, a chance to salvage this relationship.
The servants stood inside, pointing and whispering through the window with disdain.
Later, she collapsed from a high fever and woke up in the hospital. Clint claimed he had found her and brought her there, but she knew it was Anthony all along. She had found his cognac cufflink on her bed. She had given it to him when she turned 16 to thank him for teaching her horseback riding. However, the identity of her rescuer mattered less than his attitude.
Since she had decided to avoid seeing him, since she had decided to be a stranger, why bother dwelling on these memories?
Moreover, on the day she woke up, she received news that in the confrontation with Anthony, Jovan was seriously injured and had fallen into a coma.
…
Jane's stay at the Rosewood Estate was brief, but her visit noticeably lifted Natalie's spirits.
Shortly after Jane's departure, Oliver descended from the upper floor.
Natalie, her expression still muted, looked at him. After a moment's silence, she said, “Thank you.“
Despite her words, she was clearly still upset with him.
Oliver carried her back to the master bedroom. There, he brought out a set of clothes and began to help her change, saying, "Let’s change before going out."
"I can dress myself." Natalie protested, fending him off.
"Haven't I seen everything? How can you be so shy?" Oliver retorted, finding an unexpected pleasure in this mundane task.
"I don’t feel comfortable,” Natalie said, refusing to admit that she was shy.
"You’ll get used to it with more practice."
‘Bloody lunatic!’
Natalie cursed Oliver in her heart ten thousand times.
Oliver did not place shoes on Natalie as he carried her sideways from the master bedroom to the car.
"Where are we going?" Natalie asked, her confused.
The engagement party was in the evening, and it was evidently too early now.
"I thought you wouldn’t ask," Oliver replied.
This was the first time she had spoken to him on her own initiative in the past couple of days.
Natalie turned her head away, gazing out the window, lost in thought.
The car came to a halt outside a grand villa with a Baroque style on the pedestrian street. It was a sizable hairstyling salon.
Once outside, Natalie wanted to walk on her own but then remembered that Oliver had not provided her with shoes, nor had he brought any for her. Consequently, she had no choice but to be carried by the man.
"Wow! Look over there!"
"What a handsome gentleman!"
Oliver's strikingly handsome face immediately drew the attention of the women nearby, especially when he carried Natalie with him.
"A princess carry! That woman is so lucky!"
Natalie did not want to be seen, so she buried her face in Oliver's chest, inhaling a blend of eucalyptus and his masculine scent. She sarcastically thought to herself, ‘Lucky my foot! Envious? I can give him to you if you wish!’
…
"Mr. Windsor, welcome!"
As they reached the second floor, someone greeted them promptly.
"And who is this?"
The man's voice seemed somewhat familiar. Natalie turned her head to look and saw the renowned beauty stylist, Arvin!
Arvin had dyed his hair a fiery red, and it was thanks to his good looks and demeanor that he could carry off such a daring hairstyle.
Arvin's top-tier styling salon seldom received ordinary clients. Needless to say, he was doing this because of Oliver's request.
"Is it another styling session for this lovely miss? It is truly my honor!"
"Hello, Arvin."
Arvin was regarded as an icon in the fashion industry, and Natalie held him in great esteem.
Oliver suddenly felt slightly unhappy. If he had not known that Arvin did not like women, he would not have entrusted Natalie to Arvin, who seemed unable to look away from her!
"Arvin, this is my wife."
"What did you say? This young beauty is your wife?!"
Oliver only looked at Arvin coldly.
"I'm sorry, I’m sorry!"
Arvin had received advance notice from Oliver to style a woman, so he had prepared numerous dresses ahead of time.
The dresses were brought out by his assistant, and Natalie was seated on the sofa to make her selection. However, she could not bring herself to choose any of them. All the dresses were too revealing.
"Bring them away!" Oliver spoke before Natalie had a chance to say anything.
Three successive batches of dresses were brought out, but Oliver remained dissatisfied with all of them.
“Bring dresses with more coverage,” Oliver said.
Arvin really liked Natalie's bone structure. He thought to himself, ‘With such a figure, she would be flawless in a Victoria's Secret show. Why would she need dresses with more coverage?!’
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