Chapter 344 Natalie, I'm Not Happy
In truth, Susan couldn't fathom why she had trailed all the way to the Rosewood Estate. Perhaps she had hoped to shift the odds in her favor.
However, reality dealt her a harsh blow, forcing her to acknowledge that Oliver had indeed transformed.
As the assistant maneuvered the vehicle, Susan quietly wept, her gaze lost in the landscape whisking by outside the window.
Why was it that when her affections were for Arthur, his heart belonged to Flora, and now that she had redirected her feelings towards Oliver, he was smitten with Natalie?
Why?
Did she have a penchant for men who were enamored with other women?
No, that couldn't be it...
Susan vehemently shook her head. She couldn't simply surrender. She wouldn't find a man superior to Oliver.
If only Oliver could have a change of heart, he would love her as he once did!
When Natalie returned to the Rosewood Estate, she was still somewhat disoriented.
She hadn't anticipated such a smooth outcome. It had taken less than ten minutes to converse with Susan, who hadn't even set foot within the gates of the Rosewood Estate.
"Oliver, you don't genuinely believe that I would vacate the Rosewood Estate just because Susan arrived, do you? You were the one who requested her departure, correct?" Natalie murmured, "I'm not that unreasonable."
"No," Oliver responded.
Oliver was not fond of visitors at his home, with the exception of Lilian and Lucas.
"Natalie," Oliver addressed as they entered the house, gently removing Natalie's small cape that had shielded her from the outdoor breeze.
"Yes?" Natalie queried.
Oliver remained silent.
Natalie didn't feel inclined to placate him by indulging his mood, so she pivoted and ascended the stairs.
After a refreshing shower, Natalie climbed into bed. After a while, she sensed Oliver's return from the study. He had bathed in a separate bathroom and brought the dampness with him into the bed.
With the man's heated body pressing against her, Natalie stiffened momentarily.
Oliver, perceptive as ever, noticed and kissed the ends of her hair. "Still not asleep?"
It was nearly dawn.
"I'm going to sleep now," Natalie replied, clutching the sheets.
She wouldn't confess that without him by her side, the bed felt too vast, making her somewhat...uncomfortable.
Oliver glanced at the bundle of sheets she was clutching. He wrested it from her grip and possessively replaced it with his large hand.
Natalie found his actions rather childish.
She was about to voice her thoughts when she heard a muffled voice in her ear. "Natalie, you can be unreasonable with me."
"Hmm?" Natalie was momentarily taken aback before she realized he was referring to her earlier comment about not being an unreasonable person.
Natalie was at a loss for words, so she chose to remain silent.
After a while, she heard the man behind her utter, "Natalie, I'm not happy."
Natalie felt a twinge of frustration, wondering what was bothering Oliver tonight.
"Why...?" She turned to face him, but to her surprise, she was met with the man's intense gaze.
The moonlight tonight was breathtaking. The man's usually calm and serene eyes were now gleaming brightly, with a devout gaze.
Natalie furrowed her brows and questioned, "Oliver, have you been drinking?"
She hadn't noticed it earlier, but now she could faintly detect the potent scent of alcohol.
"Not much." Oliver positioned one hand under Natalie's head and held her in his arms. He gazed at her intently and said, "I'm afraid the smell of alcohol will make you kick me off the bed."
Oliver had consumed a few drinks due to his sour mood, but then he stopped, fearing that it would disturb Natalie, and took a shower. However, the smell of alcohol on his breath was still noticeable.
He was far from being inebriated from this small amount of alcohol, but the night itself was a sentimental world, easily amplifying people's emotions.
Just like Oliver's at this moment.
Natalie felt a bit uneasy under Oliver's fervent gaze. She wanted to turn away, but the man rolled over before her and pinned her down.
"Ah! Oliver!" Natalie exclaimed in surprise, pressing herself against his chest in a fluster.
"I won't do anything. I know you don't want it now," Oliver reassured her, planting a sincere kiss on her forehead. "I just want to look at you. Don't turn away."
With half of his body atop Natalie, Oliver repeated in a muffled voice, "Natalie, I'm not happy."
Natalie bit her lip, thinking, "If you're unhappy, I'm not happy either!"
But Oliver's actions were clearly an attempt to coax Natalie.
Natalie turned her head to the side, struggling to hold back, but she couldn't bear it any longer. She asked in a cold tone, "What are you unhappy about?"
"Are you close with Roger?" Oliver inquired.
In simple terms, he was jealous.
Natalie averted her gaze and replied, "Yes."
What used to be an ordinary friendship had now evolved. There was a relationship with Roger.
Her response snapped the taut string in Oliver's mind.
He bent his elbow and forcefully covered her mouth with his. Her answer had only intensified his unhappiness.
"Mmm!"
The strong scent of alcohol in his mouth overwhelmed Natalie, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She was just not accustomed to the intensity of the fragrance.
When Oliver kissed passionately, it was often demanding, especially when he was in an "unhappy" mood.
Natalie was somewhat breathless from his kiss, and a little dizzy even after it ended.
Why does this man always resort to forceful kisses without even clarifying things?!
Natalie became furious and kicked him in the leg. "Oliver, I won't tell you anything about me and Roger!"
"Alright." Oliver nodded. "Still angry? Hmm?"
He had guessed it. Mrs. Windsor hadn't calmed down yet, so there was no way she would speak.
The more she spoke like this, the less it seemed like there was something between her and Roger.
If she didn't say, would he not investigate it himself?
Natalie turned around and ignored him.
Oliver sighed inwardly. He had finally managed to bring someone back from abroad, but he still couldn't get what he wanted.
Meanwhile, Sophia stood before Roger, looking anxious.
Roger sat on a sofa, his fingertips flicking the wrist beads with every other movement, cherishing each one.
"Sophia, you don't need to stay by Natalie's side anymore. Go and hand over the work to Casey and handle the identity."
"Master?!" Sophia raised her head in shock.
She knew the master was in a bad mood today. He probably blamed her for not protecting Natalie, but she didn't expect to be reassigned from Natalie's side.
"Handling the identity" meant that she had to be responsible for safely bringing Casey to Natalie's side without arousing suspicion, and they had to figure out the method and identity on their own.
"Master, I don't understand."
Roger stopped flicking his fingertips and looked at Sophia with eyes as calm as a frozen lake with turbulent currents underneath.
Sophia knew that the master was angry.
Roger didn't want to say much, but considering how well Sophia had taken care of Natalie during this time, he generously made it clear to her.
"Sophia, you should have focused on Natalie."
Sophia's face changed slightly, and her breath became tense in an instant. "Master, are you referring to..."
"One, you shouldn't have told her about Hailey when she was emotionally unstable. Two, at the airport, with your skills, you could have kept Natalie safe."
Roger's gaze suddenly became sharp. "But what did you do?"
"I'm sorry, Master, I..." Sophia explained hurriedly. "I wanted Miss Natalie to see Oliver's true colors. I wanted... I wanted her to know how good you are."
Sophia didn't expect such subtle actions to be noticed by Roger, let alone him understanding her intentions.
Roger was clearly disappointed. He looked at her and said, "What was your mission?"
Sophia answered with a pale face, "To protect Miss Natalie."
"But you didn't do that." Roger curled his lip sarcastically. "You had ulterior motives."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Master, I..."
"I don't need your apology. Go find Casey instead. You're not suited to stay around Natalie." Roger waved his hand, signaling for Sophia to leave.
What he needed was a perfect machine, one with the primary mission to protect Natalie, not someone like Sophia who had emotions.
Sophia was doing it for him, but it was still no reason to risk Natalie's safety.
Just as everyone was speculating that Natalie was about to fall from the peak of her career, Oliver gave a statement:
"I, Oliver, married Natalie six months ago. This was indeed not a fair marriage contract. If there is any force involved, it is me forcing Natalie. It was probably due to Mrs. Windsor's kindness that she was willing to be my personal chef for so long.
“As for Hailey's rumors, we will take legal action against her and those involved in spreading them.
“Thanks to those who have sincerely wished us well in our marriage recently. As for those who are waiting for our divorce, I advise you, excessive daydreaming will only cause you harm.
“Lastly, no derogatory words about Natalie will be accepted.
“Signatory: Oliver"
Oliver personally penned this statement, and although it was brief, the content was rich and powerful.
Simultaneously, an insider revealed that all the media companies involved in injuring Natalie at the airport that day went bankrupt. The puppeteer behind the scenes was self-evident.
Netizens: [Fine, every time there's news about Natalie getting divorced, the next step is a face slap.]
People in the industry: [It's fine if you show affection, but a personal chef? Are these lovey-dovey words really suitable for Mr. Windsor?!]
However, there were many internet trolls, and quite a few of them focused on attacking Oliver for not going to pick up Natalie at the airport and instead attending Susan's fashion show. They believed that Oliver's actions were aimed at protecting his own reputation.
Even if infidelity was an unspoken rule in the upper class, no one wanted to be tagged with such a reputation.
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