Chapter 248 Sweetheart, Have You Fallen for Me?
‘Oliver... are you trying to kill me?’ Natalie wondered to herself. After departing, she planned to engage the services of the finest lawyer. Finances wouldn't pose a problem, considering she spared no expenses, leveraging the vast wealth of RK Group to hire top-notch legal representation.
"Natalie, how are you so certain that I'm innocent? All the evidence points to me, and I'm the only one accused with a motive." Oliver was curious to know why Natalie was so convinced of his innocence and what lengths she would go for him.
Natalie remained silent for a while.
Looking into his eyes, she said firmly, "Yes, I'm sure. I believe in my judgment of people."
Oliver chuckled softly, feeling somewhat pleased. She clearly didn't know anything, yet she believed him unconditionally.
"Natalie, what you see may not necessarily be true. What if I really am a murderer? Wouldn't you be standing against truth and the law?" This time, Oliver didn't wait for her rebuttal.
Oliver rose to his feet, his wrists confined by handcuffs, the iron chains connecting them emitting a faint jingle as he approached Natalie. In a hushed tone, he murmured, "Darling, have you fallen in love with me? Is that why you're protecting me like this?"
Natalie's ear suddenly warmed, and she lightly kicked Oliver's foot. How could he not be serious even in the detention center? "Oliver!" she reprimanded.
"I'm here." Oliver's voice was deep and slightly tender, exuding a warmth that could melt one’s heart.
Natalie bit her lip, stood up, and walked to the other side of the table, keeping a distance from him. She asked him seriously, "What did you do last night?"
So far, including the police, no one knew what Oliver did during the time Victoria had the incident. He avoided discussing it himself, and this blank period became a point of suspicion.
"I just wandered around." Oliver glanced at the food box. "Natalie, if you don't feed me soon, the food will get cold."
"If you don't honestly tell me, I won't feed you!" Natalie put the food box behind her and refused to show it to him. She didn't believe Oliver went out randomly.
Oliver was the type of person who would rather sit on the balcony and look at the stars and moon than wander outside. He must be hiding something from her!
Oliver clicked his tongue and approached Natalie. Despite the cramped room, his temperament was still excellent and his features perfect. With each step, he exuded an elegant demeanor, as if strolling through a leisurely courtyard.
The officer outside knocked on the door a few times and reminded, "Be aware of the time, you have ten minutes, say whatever you need to say!"
Ten minutes? Urgency loomed.
Without waiting for him to approach, Natalie took the initiative to walk up to him and placed the food box on the table. She wrapped her arms around Oliver's waist and gave him a sudden hug.
Oliver froze in place, his lips instinctively smiled, and fondness filled his eyes. His long arms embraced Natalie's waist as he sat on the chair, cradling her on his lap.
Outside the door, the duty officers couldn't help but roll their eyes at the scene.
"Oliver, what exactly do you want? Please tell me!" Natalie buried her head in Oliver's embrace.
Several hours of tranquility had subdued the worries and anxieties that once surged. It was difficult for her to fathom that Oliver, who had undergone a rebirth in a car accident a decade ago and remained hidden for years, could crumble so effortlessly.
However, in the face of the unfavorable factors arrayed before her and Oliver's indifferent demeanor, her sense of "disbelief" appeared utterly helpless.
"I promised you a few pairs of cufflinks after the banquet, and you, in turn, said you would take me to meet your mother. Oliver, you can't backtrack on your word. You can't force me to break mine! No matter what others say, I believe in you. You can't disappoint me, I know you won't! You can't do this!" Natalie uttered these words stubbornly and childishly. It was the first time she had spoken like this in front of Oliver.
In the end, Natalie's voice held a trace of tears and grievances, unbeknownst to herself. Every word pierced Oliver's heart, akin to numerous needles weaving through a fabric pierced Oliver's heart, akin to numerous needles weaving through a fabric – not a sharp pain, but a lingering and relentless sensation. It furrowed his brows, making him introspect on his actions.
Oliver had always valued efficiency in his actions. He possessed sufficient judgment and coordination skills, allocating tasks to others without explanations whenever possible.
In this matter, he shared little with Natalie, merely instructing her to wait patiently. However, he didn't anticipate the intensity of Natalie's reaction.
"Natalie, weren't you reluctant to marry me? You don't love me. Don't you want to seize this opportunity to part ways? This is a good chance," Oliver said.
"Oliver, you bastard! Do you think I should just abandon my man at a time like this?!" Amidst her anger, Natalie couldn't help but give him her "advice." She became more and more furious, pounding Oliver's shoulder with her fists. "You jerk! Do you believe that I really don't care about you?!"
Natalie's inadvertent use of "my man" delighted Oliver. The more he heard it, the more satisfying it became.
Oliver sighed, "Natalie, didn't I tell you to wait obediently? Hm?"
He stroked her long hair and spoke softly, "Don't worry. I'm fine. I'll keep my promise."
Natalie looked up at Oliver in astonishment, her mind sifting through his words repeatedly, attempting to piece together the subtle doubts that had been obscured by her anxiety.
"You..." Natalie hadn't sorted out her thoughts yet when the officer outside prompted them, "Time's up!"
Both the deceased and the suspect this time were of significant importance, neither side was the one to offend. The head of the Windsor family, Henry, had specifically instructed to keep Oliver locked up, and the police didn't dare to give Natalie even a minute more.
"Be good, go home and wait for me," Oliver whispered to Natalie, a mix of assurance and concern in his voice.
Natalie kissed his forehead gently. Noticing the moistness in his eyes, she kissed his eyes as well.
This time, Natalie realized that tears were welling up in her own eyes. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she turned away and said, "You can eat it yourself."
She left the meal behind at the detention center and quickly walked away. Walking around the gate to the other side, she could see inside through the translucent glass.
Oliver had already opened the food box and was elegantly serving the dishes one by one. He sat with his legs crossed, leisurely starting his meal.
His movements were graceful, and he had a lazy posture, as if he was dining in a fancy hotel. Seeing this scene, Natalie found it somewhat amusing and terrifying. If she hadn't been so concerned, she might have noticed the problem earlier.
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