Chapter 240 Natalie, Were You Scared?
Oliver appeared relaxed, but the reality, his nerves were strained. Natalie was truly afraid that Henry might utter something offensive, pushing Oliver to draw his gun and take action that very moment.
Such a thing couldn't be done in front of so many people.
Oliver continued to look at Henry. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and held Natalie's soft hand in his palm, providing her with enough comfort.
"Father, the lives taken by this knife are more than one, and they are all related to you. Do you remember? If you've become too old to remember, let me remind you."
"Shut up! I don't want you to remind me! Shut up!" Henry's eyes widened in anger, devoid of any grace.
The guests were startled. Henry looked like a madman in this state. The more he acted like this, the more it indicated that there was a problem.
When Hillary passed away, it was announced to the public that she died of illness. Less than a month after Hillary's death, Victoria's mother moved into the old Windsor family mansion. Half a year later, Victoria's mother also passed away.
Was there something strange about all this?
"What exactly do you want? I knew you wouldn't come sincerely to wish me on my birthday!" Henry took a deep breath.
Oliver picked up a tall glass next to him. Champagne shimmered inside it, crystal clear and beautiful beyond words. He made a sweeping gesture toward the south. However, the cup accidentally flipped upside down, landing in a straight line in front of Henry.
The aroma of champagne filled the air, and a few drops splashed onto Oliver's shoes, but he didn't mind at all.
"You do have some self-awareness." Oliver placed the glass back in its original position. "This drink is a toast from my mother to everyone."
In front of everyone, he openly declared to Henry without any reservation, "Wishing you a happy birthday? I would rather you die early and go underground to redeem yourself! My mother's soul will never forgive you!"
His expression was cold, but every word struck deep.
"You brat!" Henry was so furious that his face turned red, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
"Before you do anything rash, take a look at this dagger, so you won't forget!" Oliver finished speaking and led Natalie by the hand, walking down the main platform and heading upstairs.
People along the way automatically made way, leaving a path for them.
To openly curse his father's death, publicly provoke his father, smash the place, and not leave but instead proceed to the lounge, there was no one else in the world like Mr. Windsor!
Observant guests whispered quietly:
"Something was suspicious about the lady's death, right?"
"Who knows if it was self-inflicted or foul play? The Norton family is indeed powerful, but they couldn't find out, tsk tsk."
"If it's true... Henry really is despicable."
"Such a pity, his late mother was beautiful!"
Natalie walked hand in hand with Oliver. She trailed half a step behind him, and after they entered Oliver's room, she casually closed the door.
Oliver let go of her hand.
They walked straight ahead, made a left turn, and after a few steps, there was a solid wooden cabinet.
Only red wine was kept inside. Oliver took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and drank straight from the bottle.
The sexy Adam's apple of his bobbed up and down, and Natalie seemed to hear his drinking sounds and inner roar within him.
"Oliver!" She exclaimed in shock, running over to snatch the bottle from his hand.
The man was naturally agile, and he was taller than her by quite a bit. He easily evaded her reaching hand.
Turning his tall body slightly, he continued to gulp down the wine.
In an instant, he had downed over half of the 1982 Lafite Rothschild.
"Oliver, what are you doing? Do you have something to tell me? Stop drinking..." Even without saying a word, Natalie could feel his incredibly gloomy mood.
It was like a dark cloud looming over him, a lonely man living atop a mountain where darkness enveloped everything, and his eyes saw only endless despair.
Natalie rushed over and hugged Oliver's slim waist, feeling the firmness of his abs and chest against her skin through their clothes.
Her height was just enough for her chin to rest on his shoulder.
Softness embraced him. When the sweet scent of a woman engulfed him, Oliver's body stiffened.
The fierceness and darkness slowly dissipated in the warmth of her embrace.
"Oliver, if there's anything that upsets you, you can tell me." Natalie looked up at him, her voice gentle and soothing. She smiled and continued, "Although, I don't think someone with your personality would tell me."
Natalie seized the opportunity to take the bottle from his hand while speaking, placing it back in the cabinet and shutting it.
The cabinet had a password lock, so she quickly secured it. She stood before the wine cabinet, her graceful figure guarding it, looking at him with vigilance and defiance.
He was not allowed to open the wine cabinet again, not allowed to drink!
Oliver stared at her intently. He had just drunk too quickly and on an empty stomach. His eyes, now clear and less icy than usual, appeared serene.
Being stared at intensely made Natalie a bit nervous. She realized how audacious and presumptuous her actions had been just now.
"Are you feeling dizzy?" Natalie asked with a hint of anxiety.
Oliver leaned against the nearby bar, looking down at her. His voice and tone, altered by the alcohol, carried a unique laziness.
"Yes, a little dizzy," he responded. Despite downing half a bottle of wine, he didn't feel anything.
Natalie quickly went over to support him. "Your stomach isn't well, you shouldn't drink. And especially not on an empty stomach."
"Natalie." Oliver rested his arm on her shoulder, pressing himself against her. His gaze never left her. "Did I scare you?"
Natalie helped Oliver sit on the edge of the bed, puzzled by his words. "Scare me? What do you mean?"
After the commotion downstairs just now, Oliver felt a bit powerless.
He felt his mother was powerless for loving such a scoundrel unconditionally, even until death. As if his actions were powerless. How could he waste precious time on the scum from the Windsor family?
Despite the intelligence, wealth, and status that he had, he still felt powerless.
When it came to emotions, his approach to it had always been limited, just like Lilian, his cousin whom he had watched growing up. Her position in his heart was nothing more than that, just slightly more important than others.
Oliver remained silent as Natalie took a moment to understand the words he had spoken.
He was asking if she had been scared by his actions.
"I wasn't scared." Natalie turned to pour him a glass of water.
She thought to herself, ‘How come you didn't consider whether I would be scared when you pointed a gun at Victoria? Or when you choked someone? After experiencing those situations, how could a dagger scare me?’
Oliver took a sip of water and then lay down on the bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling.
"Oliver, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to make you a bowl of soup to help you sober up?" Natalie asked softly.
The soundproofing here was good, and Natalie couldn't hear any noise from downstairs. She didn't know if Henry's birthday banquet would continue after Oliver's disruption.
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