Chapter 241 Oliver, Are You Playing with Me?
If the guests hadn't left yet, she couldn't go down to the kitchen.
"Natalie, I didn't hear it clearly," Oliver said, reclining on his back and gesturing for Natalie to come closer.
Natalie didn't suspect anything. After all, he had drunk too much.
Natalie went around to the other side of the bed, knelt on the edge with one knee, leaned down, and patiently repeated, "I said, do you need me to go and make... mmm!"
Suddenly, Oliver held both sides of Natalie's face, his body straightened slightly, and he adjusted his position before kissing her cherry lips.
This position was extremely awkward.
Natalie couldn't hold support herself and slumped to the oversized bed on her side.
Oliver rolled over, bringing Natalie along to one side, enveloping her in his embrace, and kissed her.
Thirty minutes later
"Oliver, you're fine! You're not drunk; you're just teasing me!" Natalie gasped for breath, partially from being kissed and partially from being angered.
This person dared to pretend to be drunk!
Notice his sparkling eyes and the mischievous grin curving slightly at one side. Natalie truly wished to grab his face and gauge how thick his skin truly was!
Oliver chuckled softly. It was not an indifferent laugh, but a genuine sense of delight. Natalie's reaction had amused him.
"Natalie, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow." Oliver held her in his arms, rubbing against her face, and whispered.
Natalie turned her head to the side, not interested in entertaining him or caring about where he wanted to take her, she'd only bother caring for this kind of man once she had her fill! What a fool she was!
Oliver hesitated for a moment and continued, "To meet my mother."
"Mrs. Norton?" Natalie looked up in surprise.
Despite being together for a long time, it was the first time Oliver had talked to her about his mother, and she never thought that he would bring her to meet her.
"You don't want to talk to me?" Oliver pinched Natalie's nose, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous look.
Annoyed, Natalie bit her lip and glared at him, deciding not to ignore him.
Perhaps it was the effect of the drinks or the right mood, or maybe the frustrating emotions needed to be released.
Oliver said, "My mother Hillary was once hailed as the most beautiful woman in France."
Natalie tried to hold back her curiosity but couldn't resist and looked up after a few seconds to listen attentively to Oliver.
While she hadn't met Mrs. Norton before, she had heard of the name "Hillary."
She was a world-renowned beauty, born into a prestigious family, captivating countless men. It could be said that even Jane, at the height of her glory, couldn't compare to half of Hillary's radiance.
" Regrettably, she fell in love with my father. During that period, my father was nearly forty and still unmarried. My mother was deeply enamored by this man. She was convinced that their love could transcend the age gap and was fated and a product of patience. However, as their relationship progressed, she discovered that my father harbored a lingering love for his first sweetheart. He married her because he could gain the prestige and influence of the Norton family.”
Henry's first love was Victoria's mother.
"From my earliest memories, my mother was always in tears, hoping that her husband would look at her more. She made me excel, aiming to please the man she loved. She would repeatedly ask me what was wrong with her that Henry didn't love her enough. She was genuinely naive, thinking that Henry didn't love her enough. Henry never loved her!" Oliver's voice remained calm and indifferent as if recounting the past of someone unimportant.
After repeated mistreatment and recovery only resulted in intense pain and numbness, these cruel experiences could only seem so ordinary and emotionless.
Natalie's heart began to ache for the young Oliver.
She remembered Hillary passed away early. Her funeral caused a great sensation.
Estimating his age at that time, Oliver must have been around seven or eight years old at that time.
At an age when he should have been playing and misbehaving, he had to bear his mother's frailty, protect his younger brother, and endure the indifference and malice from other members of his family.
"Oliver..." Natalie tried to speak but didn't know what to say.
Confronting such a cruel past, words always felt weak and powerless.
"Later, my mother used a knife and ended her own life," Oliver said, pausing for a moment and then focusing his scattered gaze on Natalie. "Natalie, guess what happened next?"
Natalie's heart skipped a beat as she began to recall the scandals of the aristocratic family from years ago, combining them with what Oliver had mentioned earlier at the banquet downstairs.
Natalie was exceptionally intelligent, and her attention was now fixed on the small knife that had caused Henry's expression to change drastically.
"Father, more than one life has been taken by this knife, and they all involve you. Do you remember?" Oliver had said to Henry.
"Did your father also kill Victoria's mother or Edwin's mother?" Natalie frowned, pondering. "No, it should be Victoria's mother."
Hillary felt mistreated primarily due to Victoria's mother, who held the distinction of being Henry's initial romantic partner and subsequent spouse once more.
To add another "coincidence," Victoria's mother died just six months after joining the Windsor family.
"That's half right." Despite only getting half of it right, Oliver's eyes showed a mixture of amusement and coldness.
The amusement was because his woman was clever enough to guess this with just a slight reminder.
The coldness was because...
"Victoria's mother was killed by my father, and I forced him to do it," Oliver confessed.
Natalie widened her eyes in disbelief, completely stunned.
How old was Oliver back then? He was barely ten years old and yet...
Oliver carefully observed Natalie's reaction. She only showed surprise and confusion, but no fear. "Natalie, aren't you afraid?"
Oliver lifted her chin, continuing his observation. ‘Is this her pretending or... she isn’t pretending. With Natalie's personality, she wouldn't pretend,’ Oliver refuted the thoughts swirling in his mind.
"I'm not afraid." Natalie smiled and said, "I think I've already passed the point that makes you the angriest. As long as I don't do anything unforgivable, you won't do anything to me."
Oliver was powerful, but deep down, he was somewhat lazy. He was lazy when it came to insignificant people, lazy to regard someone highly. Those who truly made him take action were the ones who disgusted him.
Something that Natalie used to fear the most was being portrayed as a substitute wife, fortunately, Oliver didn't care about that.
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