Chapter 193 Husband, Please
Oliver was finally satisfied and took a few bites himself before offering Natalie another bite.
The suite boasted the most exceptional view in the entire place. Standing in front of the 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling window allowed one to overlook the scenery of the entire place and the distant coast's night view.
Oliver changed from his suit into a loose bathrobe. When he came out, he noticed Natalie admiring the view from the window. Her attention was fixed on the glass pavilion hosting today's ball. The dazzling lights and figures of guests were faintly visible from their vantage point.
Oliver suddenly left before he returned again, calling out, "Natalie."
"What's up?"
She turned, noticing Oliver fine-tuning a vintage gramophone in the living room. As his slender fingers made delicate adjustments, the melodious and elegant tune of ‘The Blue Danube’ filled the room.
"What are you doing?" Natalie asked, puzzled.
"Can you dance?" Oliver asked.
"Yes," she responded, slightly confused.
Oliver strode over and bowed slightly, inviting her to dance. Under the dazzling lights, he asked with a smile, “Mrs. Windsor, would you like to dance with me?”
"What?" Natalie's eyes widened in surprise.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Oliver had already taken action. He held her waist with one hand while the other held her hand as he guided her through the dance steps.
The suite was spacious, especially the living room. This gave them ample space to dance.
"I..." Natalie began, only to step on Oliver's foot accidentally. She quickly apologized, "Sorry!"
"Focus," Oliver gently chided.
"Oh."
Redirecting her attention to the dance, Natalie soon synchronized with Oliver's steps, and they moved together seamlessly.
As she danced, Natalie found herself looking at Oliver. She recalled how he had bowed earlier when he asked her to dance. He did not resemble a gentleman at all. He was clearly very domineering, to the point of being unreasonable sometimes. He could also be childish. However, it was undeniable that he was powerful.
"You dance well. When did you learn?" Oliver asked casually.
"Jane taught me in high school," Natalie replied, smiling.
The mention of Jane brought a twinge of regret to Oliver. He wished he could have been the one to teach her, creating a more personal connection.
As ‘The Blue Danube’ concluded, the melody shifted unexpectedly to the lively and passionate ‘Por Una Cabeza’ tango.
The sudden transition took Natalie by surprise, but she adapted quickly, her dance steps evolving to match the tango's intensity.
Oliver, unable to resist the challenge, matched her steps.
The Argentine tango was, in essence, a competition between a man and a woman, which would lead to mutual advancement.
Unbeknownst to Natalie, the dance they shared had caused Oliver’s gaze to darken.
Suddenly, Oliver asked, "Are you happy?"
"Huh?" Natalie was puzzled.
“Didn’t you want to go dancing?”
Oliver had mistaken her looking at the ball as her desire to attend the ball.
In truth, Natalie had no such desire. After all, she was not close to anyone there, and there was also the annoying presence of Hailey and Adrian. Nonetheless, she was amused and touched by Oliver’s invitation to dance.
She glanced at their reflections in the window and laughed. “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone dancing in their bathrobe…”
At this moment, Oliver was clad in a bathrobe. Natalie, too, was in casual attire and wearing a pair of cotton slippers. They were both far from being appropriately dressed for the ball. The sight was comical, yet there was a strange harmony in their mismatched attire.
Caught up in her laughter, Natalie was caught off guard when Oliver suddenly hugged her, shifting the atmosphere from lighthearted to intimate with a kiss.
Startled, Natalie gasped. "Oliver..."
"Baby, do you remember what I mentioned back in the office?" Oliver murmured, pausing only to speak.
Natalie, feeling exposed by the vast windows, was too caught up in the moment to push Oliver away.
"What did you say?" she asked, her mind racing.
"I said…" Oliver whispered, hinting at a more intimate interaction without detailing his thoughts aloud.
Natalie, flustered, interrupted, "Oliver, I... I haven't even showered yet."
Oliver's response was immediate. "It doesn’t matter…"
‘But it matters to me!’
"Oliver, you… aren’t you very particular about cleanliness?” she protested, her anxiety evident.
Oliver, sensing her discomfort, softened his approach. He held her chin gently and said, “If you say something nice, I’ll let you go…”
She quickly complimented him, hoping to diffuse the situation, "Oliver, you're really handsome!"
Oliver looked at her skeptically, looking wholly unconvinced.
Natalie continued, “You’re very smart! Those rumors are totally baseless! Not only are you extremely good-looking and smart, but you’re also not cruel…”
Oliver raised an eyebrow teasingly, gesturing to her to continue speaking.
Natalie struggled to find more to say, and Oliver, though not fully satisfied with her attempts, decided not to press further. Instead, he continued to kiss her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Oliver!" Natalie exclaimed.
The background music faded into a blur for Natalie, her focus entirely on Oliver. Despite Oliver’s reassurance, she was worried that they would be seen. In a panic, she said without thinking, “Oliver, not here! Please! My darling husband don’t be like this. You’re the best! I want to take a bath.”
Oliver paused. A smile appeared on his face as he asked, “Alright. Baby, guess which of your words made me happy?”
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