Chapter 203 Are you trying to starve your man?
What Natalie did not know was that Oliver had been observing her closely. His hearing was remarkably sharp, and his insight was profound. Whenever she moved toward the bedroom, he would promptly lie back down.
After preparing the food, Natalie set the plate on the small, round table in the bedroom and took a seat, watching Oliver on the bed for a moment. She then tilted her head, puzzled.
Oliver's posture appeared unchanged, yet the shape of the blanket had altered.
If her memory served her correctly, when she left, Oliver's hands were beneath the blanket, but now they rested atop it.
A cunning smile played on Natalie's lips, reminiscent of a crafty fox. She lifted the plate, allowing the fragrance of the food to permeate the room, and remarked, "It smells wonderful..."
She then glanced at the figure on the bed.
He remained still.
She knew he was pretending to sleep, but she also knew that she could not wake someone who was pretending to sleep up.
Oliver was known for his light sleeping habits and exacting requirements for his sleeping environment. The slightest noise would disturb him, making it implausible that he had not stirred when she spoke.
Natalie put the plate aside and approached Oliver.
He was lying in the center of the expansive bed.
Natalie knelt on the bed with one leg, leaned in, and gently blew into Oliver's ear. The man's short hair fluttered with her breath. To her surprise, he remained unmoved, his expression unaltered.
‘He’s exceptionally skilled at this pretense!’
"The mushrooms today are especially fresh and flavorful. It's unfortunate you can’t taste them! Fortunately, you're asleep. There's just enough for one, and it's all for me. But then, I have no intention of cooking for you anyway!" Natalie said deliberately. She leaned closer, only to notice his eyelashes appeared even more prominent.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, fixing her with his light brown eyes. She cried out in surprise, retreating hastily and nearly tumbling off the bed.
Oliver swiftly rose, captured the playful woman, and with a swift movement, pinned her beneath him. His weight was significant, so he did not bear down on her fully. However, Natalie still felt overwhelmed.
Oliver's gaze was piercing, exuding a cold sharpness, surging with indiscernible emotions. He looked down at her and asked, “What did you say? Say it again.”
"I..." Natalie bit her lip, her courage faltering. She had not anticipated Oliver’s ‘awakening’ in such a manner. Opting not to confess, she feigned forgetfulness, averting her gaze as she said, "What did I say? I didn’t say anything."
“You said you didn’t intend to cook for me,” Oliver said in an ambiguous tone, “Are you planning to starve your husband to death because you’re upset? Hm?”
His query ended with a playful inflection, and he teasingly bit her lower lip.
Natalie flinched slightly. She wanted to touch her lip, but her arms were restrained above her head.
"I did not..." she began before she changed her words, saying unhappily with a soft huff, “I was worried you’d go to bed hungry, and this is how you act. Since you’re awake, why did you pretend to sleep?”
Oliver furrowed his brows. "Who was it that said she didn’t want to cook for me?”
Natalie glared at him. “Now I really don’t want to cook for you!”
Then, she muttered, “I must be crazy to cook for you so late in the night.”
Oliver stared at her intently. Knowing he must be thinking about inappropriate things, she cried out, “Oliver!”
“Yes,” he replied.
“You…” Natalie said, exasperated, wanting to tell him to go away.
In fact, by now, Natalie’s mood had improved significantly. Oliver could also sense this, so he leaned in closer and kissed her. Initially, he had planned to eat, but now, his objective had changed.
“Baby…” he whispered. His fingers gently traced her features as his gaze burned with desire.
In an instant, Susan and her design draft appeared in Natalie’s mind. Before she could respond to him, he kissed her again, not giving her a chance to protest at all.
…
When all was said and done, Natalie pushed his chest and said, “Bring the food out.”
Oliver frowned. “Someone will clean it up tomorrow.”
"The bedroom is meant for sleeping. I don’t want the food in here,” Natalie argued. She sat up, planning to bring the plate to the kitchen with a blanket draped on her.
Noticing her fatigued state, Oliver softly urged her back down and, albeit reluctantly, removed the plate of food himself.
Natalie watched him, wrapped in the blanket, marveling at his compliance. Yet, it was not entirely unexpected for him to behave in such a manner. Reflecting on it, she realized she had boldly ordered him around while her thoughts were muddled. Unbeknownst to her, she had grown quite bold with Oliver...
After completing the task, Oliver returned, hugging her tightly as though he was seeking his reward.
In a daze, Natalie wondered if she should overlook the matter regarding Susan for now. After all, Oliver was now her husband, and Susan was abroad. Moreover, everyone had exes.
…
It would be time for them to depart the next day, and Natalie set her alarm for eight in the morning.
The night's events left Natalie somewhat sleep deprived. She yawned, taking some time to awaken fully.
She nudged the man beside her. "Oliver, it's time to wake up."
Oliver had already awakened. He continued to hold Natalie, feigning slumber. Upon hearing her, he embraced her tightly for a few more moments before he sat up.
Following that, he adeptly selected clothes for Natalie and assisted her in dressing. His skill in dressing her had grown.
…
When the couple emerged, Natalie saw other guests rushing around with unconcealed excitement on their faces. Some women did not even bother with makeup and rushed out barefooted.
Natalie was puzzled by this sight.
At this time, one of the women, who was acquainted with Natalie, asked, “Oliver, Natalie, aren’t you coming to have a look?”
“Have a look at what?” Natalie asked.
“Do you not know? Adrian was caught in bed with someone, and it’s not Hailey!”
"Is that so?!" Natalie feigned astonishment. She was the one who had orchestrated this, so she was naturally aware of this.
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