Chapter 342 Mr. Windsor Looks Like a Golden Retriever in Distress
Upon her release from prison, Hailey did not seek refuge with the Watson family and her whereabouts remained unknown.
"Young Master, it appears we have a tail. It seems to be Susan's car," Charles informed as they neared the entrance of the Rosewood Estate.
Natalie's gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, catching sight of a peachwood red Porsche sports car tailing them.
"Pay it no mind, continue driving," Oliver instructed, a sigh escaping his lips. His wife's anger was still simmering, and he had no energy left to handle Susan.
If Susan truly had something of importance to discuss, she could have simply called him. He had no patience for her roundabout ways of communication.
Upon hearing his dismissive response, Natalie felt a sense of relief. She tore her gaze away from the rearview mirror.
However, they had both underestimated Susan.
The Porsche, which had been discreetly following them, suddenly accelerated, no longer hiding its pursuit.
"Pull over," Natalie commanded. "Oliver, if she has something to say, let her say it. There's no need for her to feel uncomfortable speaking in front of me."
Natalie prided herself on her ability to discern right from wrong.
Once a woman always ready to step aside, she was no longer willing to yield.
Charles glanced cautiously through the rearview mirror, observing the young master's gloomy expression as he looked at his lady.
"Drive home!" Oliver contradicted Natalie's order.
Charles had no choice but to obey his boss, knowing full well that his wife's temper was far more manageable.
Natalie blinked in surprise at Oliver.
Her glance only served to fan the flames of Oliver's simmering anger. "Natalie, what's with that look?"
"You just missed a golden opportunity," Natalie stated, spreading her hands in a gesture of surrender. "I told you to go, but you didn't."
Oliver felt as if his lungs were about to burst.
What had he said before? If this woman intentionally provoked him, she was not to be underestimated!
Oliver firmly grasped Natalie's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Natalie, I'm not a man who says one thing to your face and another behind your back."
"I know," Natalie replied, nodding.
In her mind, she added: Your pride and temper are more than enough to act as you please in front of me. Even if I oppose you, you can still bring Susan in.
Do you think I'm oblivious to that?
Natalie's dismissive attitude further infuriated Oliver. No matter how many deep breaths he took, he couldn't calm down.
He studied her beautiful yet aloof face, leaned in suddenly, and bit her lower lip hard.
Natalie gasped in pain, covering her mouth and frowning, trying to move away.
Unaware of what was behind her, she nearly bumped her head against the windshield, but Oliver quickly reached out and supported her head with his palm.
Natalie moved forward slightly, not thanking him or anything. She touched her lips, relieved to find that they weren't broken.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" Even someone with a good temper would lose it in his presence.
Oliver studied Natalie's vibrant and charming side, finding it much more appealing than her cold and indifferent demeanor.
His mood improved slightly, and he lazily said, "I can't bear to hurt you, so why worry."
Even if he was angry, he couldn't bear to deflate her, except in certain specific situations.
Natalie really wanted to slap that face of his!
A servant assisted Natalie with her luggage, taking it to the cloakroom.
Natalie went directly to sort out her belongings.
Oliver walked in, looking listless as he glanced at the servant. The servant immediately understood, nodded, and respectfully left the room, considerately closing the door behind them.
Oliver squatted down to tidy up the other side of Natalie's suitcase.
He picked up a medium-sized travel organizer bag and looked inside to find some camisoles.
Just as he stood up, he heard Natalie say, "I'll take care of that myself."
"I know where to put it," Oliver replied.
Not sure if it was her imagination, she felt that Oliver's tone seemed somewhat aggrieved, as if he were a capable child falsely accused of being useless.
Natalie looked at him awkwardly and said, "Those are clothes to be washed."
Oliver paused for two seconds, then casually turned around and threw the camisoles into the laundry basket.
He then picked up a box with the Chanel logo on the surface, containing limited edition skincare products that couldn't be bought in this country.
Surely, he couldn't go wrong with this. He opened it and placed it on the dressing table.
Just as Oliver was about to proceed, he heard Natalie say, "Don't open that, it's meant for Jane."
Oliver looked at the item in his hands, he had discarded it like garbage, and his expression became even more listless.
"I said I will handle it myself," Natalie said exasperated, this person was clearly here to slow down her efficiency.
Oliver's gaze swept over Natalie's suitcase and he asked, "Natalie, where is my gift?"
Natalie inexplicably glanced at him and continued to feel hurt, saying softly, "You don't have one."
Do you seriously still expect a gift?
Do you think I'm abnormally generous or something?
Oliver stood there with his hands protectively wrapped around himself, lowering his gaze, unable to meet Natalie's eyes.
Natalie quickly finished unpacking her luggage, closed the suitcase and placed it aside, saying, "I didn't prepare one for you."
Oliver pressed his tongue against his cheek, drooping the corners of his eyes, looking like a big, aggrieved golden retriever.
Natalie couldn't bear it, but in the end, she forced herself to.
She must be out of her mind to think that Oliver resembled a gentle golden retriever.
Even if he did resemble a dog, he should be more like a Tibetan mastiff.
After a knock on the door, Liam's warm and mellow voice came through:
"Sir, Lady, the security office called to say that Susan wants to see the Sir."
Natalie glanced at Oliver and said, "Go on."
Having said that, she felt the weight of those two words.
Full of arrogance and still unsatisfied, Natalie intentionally added, "What if she comes in? I won't be happy and won't want to stay here anymore."
"Hmph!" Oliver sneered and lovingly pinched Natalie's cheek, saying, "If you really don't want to stay, I can build a new Rosewood Estate for you."
Natalie suppressed her anger. How unimaginable to have unlimited wealth!
"Natalie, come with me," Oliver said.
"I don't want to go." Wasn't Natalie's previous attitude of not wanting to see Susan clear enough?
Oliver guessed she would say that. "Mrs. Windsor, if you don't watch over me, aren't you afraid that your man might have impure thoughts about other women?"
Natalie was indifferent. "If he really wants to, I can't stop him."
"You..." Oliver sighed, took Natalie's soft hand in his and said, "I don't want to. I have no impure thoughts about anyone else. But I want Mrs. Windsor to come with me to prove my innocence, hm?"
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