Chapter 258 She Is My Wife
The reporter could not help but purse her lips, realizing that her plan had backfired.
Roger gazed at Natalie with a mix of pride and adoration. He felt immense pride in his little princess' resilient spirit and was determined to protect her at any cost.
"Miss Watson, would you mind revealing the purpose of your presence at the trial today? It’s difficult to obtain the qualifications for observing the trial. How did you manage it? Can you disclose who your husband is?"
This time, the reporter's tone became noticeably softer. She represented a powerful media company. As she posed her questions, the other reporters fell silent, eagerly anticipating Natalie's reply.
"She came to see me."
At that moment, a cool, detached voice captured everyone's attention.
The reporters turned to see the source of the voice.
"Who’s that? He is so handsome; is he a new rising star?"
"Does he belong to a wealthy family?"
"This person looks somewhat familiar..."
Twelve bodyguards cleared a path, and Oliver stood in the space they cleared, flanked by Jamie and Charles.
Someone recognized Charles and exclaimed, "Isn’t that Charles, who’s always seen with Mr. Oliver Windsor?"
"Mr. Windsor? Isn’t he the central figure of today's trial?"
A palpable sense of anticipation filled the air, as if everyone was on the verge of an epiphany.
Oliver's gaze was fixed on Natalie. He extended his hand toward her and spoke softly, "Natalie, come here."
Natalie bit her lip, hesitated for a brief moment, and then made her decision. Before walking toward Oliver, she said to Roger, “Wait for me. Don’t leave yet. I’ll thank you later.”
Her pace was measured, but it drew the attention of everyone present.
The crowd was abuzz with confusion.
"Is this the notorious Mr. Oliver Windsor? Doesn’t he usually wear a mask?"
"Why is Charles looking at Natalie with such respect?"
"Do Natalie and this handsome man know each other? What’s the nature of their relationship?"
"Why does Natalie always seem to be in the company of such remarkable, handsome men?"
Natalie bit her lip, hesitated for two seconds, and made a decision.
As Oliver emerged from the courtroom, he saw Natalie and Roger encircled by reporters, and Roger was holding Natalie in a protective embrace.
Roger was tactful. He maintained a respectful distance, causing no discomfort to Natalie, yet his actions conveyed a clear message to onlookers: Natalie was someone he cherished deeply!
At that moment, Oliver felt an overwhelming urge to approach and claim the woman who was rightfully his. He wanted to hold her in his arms, making it evident to Roger to whom she truly belonged and ensuring Natalie never forgot that she was his wife!
With just a few steps, Oliver reached out, took Natalie's delicate hand, and drew her into his embrace. He held her close, boldly kissing her forehead in front of everyone.
The onlookers gasped, and some voiced their surprise.
"Why didn’t you wait for me, hmm?" Oliver inquired softly, his voice deep and melodious, brimming with affection.
"I... I thought you were busy," Natalie responded, feeling awkward as she glanced at the crowd around them. She had not anticipated Oliver would make such a gesture in front of so many people and cameras.
"I was busy looking for you," Oliver retorted, adding silently to himself, ‘So that I don’t lose you…’
"Excuse me, are you Oliver Windsor?" a prominent reporter asked.
"Yes," Oliver affirmed, noting the astonishment in their expressions.
"And Miss Watson, are you...?" the reporter continued.
"She’s my wife," Oliver declared calmly.
Expressions of shock and amazement rippled through the crowd.
“What?!”
“My gosh!”
“Is it true?”
When the other notable individuals exited the courtroom, they greeted Natalie in a calm and courteous manner. It was evident they had been aware of Natalie's existence for quite some time.
The media were overwhelmed with the abundance of headline-worthy news today!
"Mr. Windsor, may I ask when you got married?"
"Mr. Windsor, are you aware of the nature of the relationship between Natalie and Roger? What are your thoughts on this matter?"
"Mr. Windsor, what prompted you to wear a mask previously?"
Reporters bombarded them with a variety of questions.
At this juncture, the importance of the bodyguards became increasingly apparent. Reporters from diverse sectors were eager to interview Natalie and Oliver. Fortunately, the bodyguards formed a barrier, preventing the couple from being swamped by the media.
Oliver held Natalie's hand and said, "Let’s go home."
"Roger..." Natalie tugged at his hand. She had yet to thank Roger.
Roger remained stationary, his derisive smile visible as he observed Oliver's public declaration of marriage.
Oliver had orchestrated this spectacle deliberately for Roger and the media to witness. To leave no doubt that Natalie was under his protection.
"Mr. Wild, thank you. I’d like to invite you for a drink," Oliver said casually.
Neither Roger nor the assembled journalists could discern any genuine gratitude in Oliver's voice. His words implicitly suggested: Please mind your own business and leave.
"Alright then!" Roger said with a chuckle.
The bystanders were puzzled.
“Is this how influential figures communicate?“
"Do you understand their meaning?"
Natalie, positioned between the two men, sensed an unusual tension in the air but could not ascertain its origin. Previously, when Oliver and Roger disagreed, they were forthright about it. Pretense was not their custom.
Oliver and his entourage effortlessly entered their vehicle.
The issue had not been entirely resolved. Some matters required Charles's attention, prompting Jamie to remain at Oliver's side.
Oliver provided Jamie with the location of a private restaurant, and Jamie conveyed this information to Roger in the adjacent Land Rover before they departed.
Upon entering the car, Oliver drew Natalie close and kissed her passionately.
Jamie blinked and discreetly activated the partition in the vehicle.
Three days of yearning culminated in an intense kiss.
Oliver's hands, firmly around Natalie's waist, sought to draw her closer, yearning for a deeper connection.
"Natalie..."
His lips lingered near hers, their foreheads nearly touching.
"Hmm?" Natalie's response was delayed, overwhelmed by the fervor of the kiss.
"I’ll overlook this instance," Oliver stated before kissing Natalie again, as if he was rewarding himself.
"What?" Natalie was puzzled.
"Don’t see Roger again in the future. You’re mine…”
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