Chapter 202 Oliver Soothes Her
Natalie was puzzled by their behavior, wondering if it had something to do with Isaac and Wyatt. She knew did not encounter Wyatt by chance today, but at Oliver's request. However, why was Isaac with Oliver?
Suddenly, one of the women asked, “Why are you here? Where’s Adrian?”
“Huh?” Natalie was perplexed by the question, but she still explained, “Adrian’s drunk, so he retired to the lounge upstairs to rest. I’m on my way back."
“What about Hailey?”
“What? I haven’t seen her?” Natalie was even more confused. She glanced at Oliver, wondering, ‘Was Oliver with Hailey earlier?’
Oliver's face was expressionless, but his gloominess could be sensed by those who were perceptive.
The group of people fell silent, refraining from further comments. They only began to discuss among themselves after Natalie and Oliver left.
“Adrian? Drunk? I don’t think so…”
“However, only a short time has passed since she left with Adrian. I don’t think anything happened. Moreover, Oliver was with her…”
“Does this mean that Adrian and Hailey are together now, just like how Oliver and Natalie are together? How boring!”
Upon hearing this, Isaac and Wyatt, who were still present, exchanged knowing looks, barely concealing their amusement. At the same time, they both thought to themselves, ‘Don’t be anxious, don’t be disappointed. There’ll be a show to watch tomorrow!’
…
The suite was expansive, yet Oliver's presence seemed to dominate the space, making Natalie feel an overwhelming pressure upon entering.
The dining table was laden with untouched delicacies.
Natalie bit her lip; Oliver had not eaten yet. She was hesitant to approach him, but he had already stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door, evidently angry. She thought to herself irritably, ‘So what if I didn’t cook for you? Are you upset? Well, I’m upset too!’
The sound of water running resonated throughout the room.
Oliver, observing his somber reflection, punched the mirror, shattering it. His fragmented image exuded a sinister and violent aura.
He had been harboring a growing anger since the previous night. He assumed Natalie was just unhappy because he did not restrain himself at all the previous night. He understood that, so he decided to give her space. However, she continued to ignore him and even went to the bar. This really angered him. After all, the elite circle was chaotic and messy. Even the slightest misstep could lead to dire consequences.
Nonetheless, he had asked Wyatt to keep an eye on Natalie so she could enjoy herself. However, she completely forgot about him while she greeted others with a smile.
Oliver felt like he had made progress with his temper recently. However, his frustration continued to mount due to these thoughts.
Outside the bathroom, Natalie stared at the door, puzzled by Oliver's fury. She had been accommodating recently, accompanying him to auctions, and even participating in bidding. She did not think she had embarrassed him. His outburst over a missed meal seemed excessive. If he had wanted her to cook, he could easily ask her, which was a common occurrence in their dynamic.
The more Natalie contemplated, the more her irritation grew, dissipating any initial remorse for leaving Oliver unfed. She settled on the sofa, vexed, and began conversing with Lucas to ask how he was doing.
Although Lucas was younger than her, Natalie knew he was intelligent and independent. Moreover, with Liam’s presence at Rosewood Estate, she had no concerns about Lucas's well-being.
Lucas had a knack for cheering Natalie up. When Oliver finally appeared, he found Natalie, the very person who was on the verge of driving him to his wit's end, sitting on the sofa, laughing merrily as she held her phone. The sight only fueled his anger, yet he found himself unable to scold her.
Ultimately, he retreated to the bed, choosing to sleep alone in the center, anticipating the moment Natalie would seek to join him and ask him to make room.
Natalie was dumbfounded by his actions. Did this mean he did not want to share a bed with her? With that, she stormed into the bathroom in a huff.
Soon after that, a soft scream rang from the bathroom, prompting Oliver to leap from the bed and dash toward her, calling out, "Natalie!"
The sight of the shattered mirror had terrified Natalie. Her own reflection, distorted by the broken glass, had startled her.
"It's okay, I broke it," Oliver reassured her. Seeing that she was unharmed, he sighed in relief. Despite his intent to maintain his anger, concern had already revealed itself in his actions, and he found himself unwittingly initiating a conversation with her.
Natalie looked around and could not find anything that might have broken the mirror before she quickly inspected Oliver’s hands. His knuckles were slightly red and swollen but otherwise uninjured.
The mirror was laminated, so even if it broke, it would not splinter everywhere, to some extent preventing harm.
"Why did you break the mirror?" Natalie grew even angrier.
Oliver, avoiding her gaze, responded tersely, “I was unhappy.”
He then turned away and returned to the bed, signaling his unwillingness to engage further.
Natalie was initially stunned by this, but amusement quickly crept in. His behavior reminded her of his sulky behavior in the past when she made him apologize. Her unhappiness gradually dissipated.
After showering, she noticed Oliver had not moved from his spot on the bed, his posture unchanged.
Oliver, feigning sleep, was acutely aware of Natalie's presence, hoping she would join him. Yet, to his dismay, her footsteps receded. Rising from the bed, his frustration was palpable.
Earlier in the day, Natalie had ordered a variety of ingredients. She perused the selection, choosing mushrooms, tomatoes, meat, and eggs.
Attempting to catch Oliver pretending to sleep, she tiptoed back to the bedroom, only to find him in the same position.
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