Chapter 141 Mr. Windsor's Apology
Oliver was shocked by this. The thought that Natalie had simply left just like that was too shocking. This was out of character for her, after all.
Oliver could not contain his anger and threw his pen across the room in a fit of temper.
After a while, he called Charles in and asked, "Where's Natalie?"
Despite feeling a sense of hopelessness, Charles said stoically, "The young madam has returned to Rosewood Estate.”
Charles spoke carefully, aware that he was treading on eggshells.
Oliver clenched his jaw, a clear sign of his growing anger.
Charles, sensing the tension, wanted to calm Oliver down and solve this matter, so he said, "Young Master, the second and third rounds of Top Avenue are set to take place soon. It's expected to last a week. Young Madam will be participating in the competition, and if you remain here, you won’t be able to see her for over ten days. That’s nearly half a month…”
Charles saw Oliver’s expression turn colder after he finished speaking. He reflected on how things used to be different. In the past, Natalie would have sought Oliver's permission with caution, and if Oliver showed the slightest hint of displeasure, Natalie would not have dared to go. But now, Oliver was afraid of trapping Natalie at the Rosewood Estate, as if she were a prisoner.
Charles contemplated the changes in their relationship, underscored by moments where Natalie had openly expressed her emotions in front of Oliver.
After a while, Oliver suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving the hospital!"
He took a few strides before he said to Charles, "Go and order a cake."
Charles paused, considering the unusual request. After all, there was no one celebrating their birthdays today. He asked, "What type of cake do you want?"
Oliver only looked at Charles coldly.
Charles dared not ask any more questions. He finally figured out whom the cake was intended for.
…
Natalie did not anticipate that, merely three hours after her return home, Oliver would follow suit.
Oliver held an exquisite blue square box in his hand.
Natalie greeted him politely, keeping their conversation brief.
Oliver felt a surge of irritation at her indifference. After a moment, he placed the cake on the coffee table and beckoned to her, saying, "Open it."
After opening the box, Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Cake? Is it your birthday?"
"No. I bought it for you."
"Thank you, but I'm not hungry at the moment."
Natalie enjoyed desserts, but she seldom indulged in store-bought desserts. She usually preferred making her own.
Oliver pursed his lips, clearly unhappy.
Natalie could sense Oliver's irritation, but seeing him suppressing it, she sighed in relief. Alas, her relief lasted no more than three seconds.
"Eat it! Now!" Oliver ordered.
Natalie did not want to quarrel with him, so she reluctantly took a slice of cake and took a bite.
The outer layer melted in her mouth, a rich and flavorful chocolate mousse. The soft and delightful cheese in the core was infused with a hint of brandy and lemon juice, perfectly balancing the richness of the chocolate.
Natalie had high standards for pastries, but this cake surprisingly met her approval. With just one bite, she recognized it as the work of a master pastry chef.
"Keep eating," Oliver urged, noticing her hesitation after a single bite, "Finish it."
"Do you expect me to finish an entire six-inch cake by myself?" Natalie complained, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Did he intend to stuff her to the point of bursting? Or did he aim to have her gain ten pounds before the competition?
Taking into consideration Natalie's small appetite, Oliver reluctantly relented. "Eat half of it."
‘Why only half?’
Seeing that she was beginning to feel hungry and did not want to argue with him, she continued to eat.
She ate quickly, and when she reached the center of the cake, she found a piece of edible sugar paper.
‘Huh? How strange…’
Natalie removed the edible paper stuck to the cake and saw the words, ‘I’m sorry’. She was confused for a few seconds before she finally recalled she had asked Oliver to apologize previously. She turned around and looked at him incredulously.
“Oliver, this…”
Oliver, who was sitting next to her a moment ago, suddenly stood up and walked away.
“Oliver!”
Oliver acted as though he could not hear her and continued to walk away.
"Mr. Windsor!"
"Oliver!"
“Darling!”
Natalie tried various ways to address him, but his pace only got faster. He walked out directly, slamming the door shut.
Natalie stared in the direction he had left for a few moments before she looked at the words on the sugar paper again.
‘Did he really apologize? If so, why did he flee so quickly? Why is he so awkward? Has he never apologized before?’
Natalie contemplated for a moment and realized that, given Oliver's domineering and arrogant nature, and his background and status, he likely never had to apologize before.
She recalled Oliver’s earlier actions and could not help but burst out laughing.
The oppressive feeling in her heart dissipated, replaced by the sweet and gentle aroma of the cake.
…
At dinner time, Oliver still had not appeared.
Natalie had prepared an exquisite dinner for him, but Charles did not come to pick it up either.
Natalie waited until 10 PM before she cleaned up and prepared to retire for the night.
If Natalie were to step onto the balcony at that moment and look, she would see a crimson flame flickering not far away.
Oliver held a cigarette between his fingers, took a drag, and waited until the master bedroom's light was extinguished.
…
It took another half an hour before Oliver entered the house.
Just as he reached the staircase, Oliver suddenly remembered that he had not eaten dinner. An idea struck him, and he turned toward the dining room.
"Young Master, the young madam made dinner for you earlier, but it’s already been put away," a servant said.
Tonight, Natalie made lamb chops with mushrooms and a few other dishes.
The food had grown cold now, but it still looked very appetizing. As one drew closer, one could smell the enticing aroma of the food.
Compared to the food a few days ago, Oliver could finally sense the warmth in the food this time.
Oliver felt relieved and instructed the servant, "Reheat it for me."
The servant was taken aback, shocked that Oliver intended to eat food that had gone cold and did not ask Natalie to cook for him again.
…
After satisfying his hunger, Oliver returned to the bedroom.
In the center of the oversized bed, there was a small bump. Natalie’s hair spread across the covers, creating a soft tableau under the moonlight.
Upon seeing this, Oliver's heart, which had been troubled in recent days, finally settled. A faint smile appeared on his face as he entered the bathroom.
When he returned to bed, he noticed that Natalie was lying on the blanket. He gently pulled the blanket out from under her, making sure not to disturb her sleep. After he climbed into bed, he placed his hand around her waist and drew her closer to him.
All of a sudden, Natalie, who facing away from him, suddenly turned around.
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