Chapter 313 Clearing Mrs. Windsor's Name
‘Is it possible that he’s telling the truth?’
Jane knew she had rather bad sleeping habits, but she thought that sleep-talking was a little too much for her to believe. However, she also knew Anthony was not someone who would lie to her.
The more she thought about it, the more difficult it became for her to accept it. She retreated, looking a little terrified as she denied, “That’s absolutely impossible!”
Feeling that the distance between them was still insufficient, she moved across the bed to maintain a safer distance from Anthony before she said, "Don’t try to trick me! There’s no way I’d say that I want to reconcile!”
Anthony reflected for a moment before conceding, "Indeed, you didn’t say that."
Jane let out a sigh of relief.
‘I knew it…’
Anthony continued, “I said it, but you agreed.”
Jane had not even fully relaxed when she heard these words.
Anthony made his way around the bed, drawing closer to her. "Jane, what you said in your sleep is a manifestation of your true thoughts. Don’t say that you didn’t mean it.”
"You..."
Jane struggled to say that she did not love him anymore and that she did not want to be with him anymore after what happened the previous night.
How could a man, even in the throes of a high fever, look at her with such affection, hug her so tightly, and say such words? How could she not love him?
Anthony’s words successfully made Jane quiet for a moment. She pointed at the floor and said to Anthony, “Stand there. I need to think.”
Anthony seldom afforded others the opportunity to resist, especially in circumstances such as these — it was essential for him to prevent Jane from regaining her composure. He continued, “We’ve known each other for two years now. Are you really going to play dumb with me? You’ve played dumb once or twice. Do you find it amusing?”
‘How am I playing dumb?’
Jane panicked and moved back again, rushing to the opposite side.
Anthony frowned as an expression of disdain flitted across his face.
‘Does she think she can avoid me like this?’
In just a blink of an eye, Anthony stood in Jane’s path again.
Frustrated, Jane ran her fingers through the air, stammering a little as she said, “I… W-what do you want for breakfast? I’ll go and buy it for you.”
This was naturally an attempt to distract Anthony.
As expected, Anthony nodded and agreed. "Do you have money on you?"
"I can pay with my phone."
‘In this day and age, who still carries cash around?’
Anthony agreed. "Okay, but leave your handbag behind."
Her handbag contained her identification card, keys, and other essentials. To leave it behind was to ensure she would return to him.
"Anthony, you...!"
Jane was at her wit's end with him.
‘Does he really need to be so cautious?’
…
That evening, at Rosewood Estate, Natalie applied a little makeup before she put on a long white dress with a matching jacket. She topped off her ensemble with a modest hat, achieving a look that was both understated and formal.
Oliver rarely saw Natalie dressed so meticulously, except on important occasions. She appeared every bit the lady of high society.
Whether in casual attire or her current formal outfit, Oliver found her extremely beautiful, particularly because she had dressed up for him.
With a soft smile in his eyes, Oliver drew Natalie closer, intending to kiss her.
Natalie, however, pushed his face away. "I have lipstick on. You’ll ruin my makeup."
Oliver frowned. “Then, don’t wear makeup.”
Natalie objected, "It’s a matter of respect and courtesy toward your friend."
Oliver looked at her strangely. "Natalie, who taught you these outdated rules?"
"What do you mean by outdated? This is basic social etiquette. You..." Natalie paused, realizing the futility of arguing.
What use was there in reasoning with Oliver, a man both domineering and irrational, who was accustomed to having his way due to his considerable influence?
Oliver was indifferent to public opinion after facing setbacks and through sheer determination, climbed up to the heights of success.
"Let’s go and get the car," Oliver said, leading the way without further discussion.
At the same time, Natalie wondered where she had acquired such beliefs. They had not been taught by her family or her late mother. Where, then, had these ideas originated?
Jane had once playfully remarked that Natalie bore the air of a noble lady from ancient Europe, always adhering strictly to rules and etiquette. These manners seemed embedded within her, familiar since her earliest recollections—knowing impeccable table manners, understanding the proper way to entertain guests...
But then, a fleeting memory surfaced.
‘Could these ingrained behaviors be linked to the memories missing from my childhood?’
However, she quickly dismissed the thought. After all, who could have imparted such knowledge to her before she was seven or eight years old?
Natalie realized she was delving too deeply into her thoughts and quickly returned to her senses, finding herself in the garage.
"Do you want to drive?" Oliver asked.
Natalie immediately shook her head, her reluctance rooted in a past incident involving an assassin on their return to Rosewood Estate. That incident had left her somewhat wary of driving.
Oliver seemed slightly disheartened by her response. ‘She really doesn’t like the cars I bought her…’
Following that, he nonchalantly selected a silver-gray Pagani sports car for their journey.
…
Their destination was All Night Manor.
Upon reaching the third floor, where a private room awaited, Oliver took Natalie's hand and led her forward.
As they navigated through the lobby, Natalie was reminded of their initial meeting at this place. She did not expect that Oliver would lead her in like this one day.
When they entered the private room, the occupants set aside whatever they were doing and stood up to greet Oliver.
“Oliver!”
“Oliver, you’re here!”
“Oliver, you actually brought a date! How rare!”
“Is this your wife? She’s so beautiful. Her height and figure can rival those of a model. She’s really a suitable match for you!”
“Susan is both beautiful and talented. Otherwise, how could she be a match for Oliver?”
Praise and laughter filled the air before some people finally realized that something was amiss.
‘Why does Oliver look like he wants to hit someone?’
‘Why is Susan’s expression so bad?’
‘Why is Isaac looking at us with a ‘you’re dead’ look?’
Suddenly, a man with red hair exclaimed, looking terrified, “You… You’re not Susan! Are you… Natalie?”
The man was none other than Barrett, whom Natalie had once met.
Everyone was similarly terrified.
‘Wasn’t it said that Natalie used some underhanded tactics to marry Oliver? However, now that Susan is back, it’s said Susan is about to take over the title of Mrs. Oliver Windsor, right?’
‘Who was that person who mentioned she was like a model earlier? Why didn’t he realize it sooner and remind us?’
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