Chapter 290 Natalie, I am your husband!
"Huh? Why did you mention him?” Natalie murmured under her breath as she thought disdainfully, ‘Why would I drink with him when Jane couldn’t be bothered to talk to him and Lucas also looks down on him?’
The day's events and emotions accumulated, leading Oliver to lose his temper. He asked, “What’s so great about Jacob? If you wore high heels, you’d be taller than him! He doesn’t even make more than ten million a year. His physique isn’t good, and he has no talent! What’s so attractive about him?”
Perhaps if Oliver had not been blinded by anger, he would realize how out-of-character he was behaving. He had looked up a male idol and compared himself to the latter.
Natalie was a little slow. She tilted her head, wondering inwardly, ‘What does this have to do with Jacob? Why is talking about Jacob for no reason?’
In the end, she chalked it up to Oliver's peculiar method of dealing with things.
Despite Jacob's initial attitude, Natalie had grown to like him after spending the day together. He was genuine, a rarity in the industry where many present one image in the public eye and another in private. Jacob's response to Jane's scolding, his humor, and his sense of defeat were particularly amusing.
"Switch your team members tomorrow! You’re not allowed to be on the same team as Jacob!”
Oliver’s words were the tipping point for Natalie's patience. She sat up, resting against the headboard, and laughed, "Oliver, who do you think you are to be dictating my actions? Do you think you’re my boss?”
"I’m your husband!" Oliver retorted indignantly.
Natalie replied indifferently, “Oh. So does being my husband give you the authority to dictate my life? Moreover, you may be my husband now, but who’s to say that’ll be the case in the future?”
Her casual tone and indifferent demeanor baffled Oliver.
‘What does she mean by this?’
Oliver's gaze hardened, his anger escalating. However, he remembered Lilian's words about divorce, and another possibility for her unusual behavior appeared in his mind.
“Are you upset because of Jacob, or because of Susan?”
"I’m not upset. Why would I be upset?” Natalie said with a scoff, tired of hearing about Susan, "I’m going to bed."
With those words, she ended the call.
Oliver stared at the disconnected phone for a long moment as his anger morphed into a wry smile. He looked at his own cold reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.
‘If not Susan, then could it be Jacob? Does she prefer men who are closer to her in age?’
Oliver realized he had hoped for Natalie's jealousy over Susan, hoping that she would confront him out of jealousy. After all, jealousy implied care, and the lack of jealousy implied indifference.
…
Amid the lingering effects of red wine and her foul mood, Natalie tried to clear her mind, willing herself to fall asleep quickly.
And soon enough, she did.
…
After her shower, Jane noticed several missed calls from Clint on her phone. She returned the call.
"Hello?"
Clint asked urgently, “Jane, I can’t get in touch with Anthony. Do you know where he is?”
Jane hesitated before responding, "I don’t know. We don’t have a great relationship after all. If you, his right-hand man, can’t locate him, why would I be able to locate him?”
"Jane, I really can’t find Anthony. There's something urgent. If he hasn't come to you, where else could he be?"
"I don’t know his movements," Jane replied. Driven by curiosity, she moved toward the window.
She parted the curtains slightly and saw a stylish SUV parked below. The shadowy outline of a Knight XV was just visible. A man clad in black leather stood outside the vehicle on the winter night. A cigar appeared to be between his fingers, its glow intermittently visible from the third floor.
“Perhaps you’ll find him at Sense University,” Jane suggested before ending the call.
Soon after, Jane received a thank-you message from Clint. She looked at it briefly before deleting it. She did not look at the figure downstairs for long, knowing that Anthony was incredibly perceptive and would notice her. She did not want to have anything to do with him.
However, just as she was about to go to bed, Jane noticed another car not far from the Knight XV, Under the streetlamp, she saw a Rolls-Royce and its distinctive ‘R’ logo. She could also see its license plate.
It was Oliver's car.
The rear window of the car was lowered slightly, revealing a tall and upright silhouette seated inside.
Jane scoffed.
"These men are really funny. What are they doing downstairs in the middle of the night? One doesn’t know how to apologize, and the other one pesters me like a lunatic!"
Jane drew the curtains tightly.
…
Clint had a hard time finding Anthony.
It had snowed lightly for more than an hour during the night, and there was already a thin layer of snow on the roof of the Knight XV. The man stood outside the car with snowflakes on his short black hair.
"Anthony!" Clint called out worriedly with a frown on his face. However, after knowing Anthony for so many years, he did not get a towel for Anthony.
Anthony seemed to come to his senses at this moment. He realized that he had been standing for so long that his body was stiff.
He had just seen Jane's figure behind the curtain, and it was not long before the figure left. However, the light in her room was still on.
"Anthony, what are you doing here? Your mother is looking for you," Clint said.
Anthony did not look away from the lit room on the third floor as he said, “Clint, she still can’t sleep in a strange place without the lights being on…”
Clint looked at Anthony with a hint of pity as he said, “Anthony, during the two years you were away, Jane had been living alone… She was also unfamiliar with her apartment in the beginning, but she had gotten used to it…”
Anthony looked away and said self-deprecatingly. "Yes, everything has changed."
Jane still feared the dark, but she was no longer the girl who would hide under his blanket at night. She no longer loved him and had completely let him go.
Clint, who usually seemed to have a heart of stone, pitied Anthony, so he said, “Why don’t you try talking to her? She’s not an unreasonable person.”
Anthony looked at Clint. “Do you think she’s reasonable?”
“Uh… I guess not…”
After all, Jane had always been stubborn. Regardless of what people thought, she always stood firm by her beliefs.
After a moment, Anthony said, “Let’s go.”
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