Chapter 443
The soup should have been delicious. After all, she was taught by a Michelin chef. She was told that she had mastered seventy to eighty percent of the dish.
Setting his spoon aside, Oliver said expressionlessly, “It just tastes different from what I’m used to.”
“Do you mean it tastes different from Natalie’s?” Susan said with a hint of disdain, “Of course, it’s different. I only used the finest ingredients because I want the best for you."
Oliver found the soup hard to follow. It was ostentatious but lacked substance.
In later reflections on his time with Susan, Oliver identified numerous discrepancies.
Susan, who frequently dwelled on the past, rarely mentioned the days she spent caring for him in the hospital during their childhood. Oliver had considered that perhaps those memories had faded due to the passage of time. However, memories from that age should not have easily slipped away.
Moreover, Susan's rendition of Stracciatella Soup bore the distinct hallmark of restaurant fare. It lacked the taste of home-cooked food. This was a stark contrast from the flavors that lingered in Oliver's memory.
"Should we continue to investigate?”
Jamie’s voice pulled Oliver back to the present.
"Yes, keep investigating," Oliver responded. Although the investigation yielded no results, he had a feeling that something was not right.
After her unsuccessful attempt to open the door, Natalie stopped trying. She organized her upcoming travel arrangements with Emily before settling down with a book.
Oliver observed Natalie through surveillance; she read in silence, looking calm and detached. There was no resistance, no commotion, and no display of emotion. This was not what he wanted to see.
Upon hearing the click of the office door, Natalie looked up.
Oliver entered and noticed the untouched food on the coffee table. He asked, offering a piece of chocolate cake, “Aren’t you hungry?”
She turned her head away, refusing the gesture. Seeing that he did not withdraw the chocolate cake, she maneuvered her wheelchair backward and then to the side, distancing herself from him to continue reading.
Oliver could not help but laugh at her smooth maneuver. "I expected you to throw a tantrum."
After finishing the short story, Natalie closed the book. Her expressionless face seemed to ask, ‘Do you think I’m in a good mood right now?’
Oliver laughed again, thinking that her temper was quite good. At least she did not smash things when she was angry. In his office alone, the cost of replacing damaged vases could easily amount to millions.
With a resigned sigh, Oliver drew back the curtains fully, allowing the bright sunlight to fill the room. He then returned to his desk to address official matters.
Meanwhile, Natalie positioned her wheelchair beside the windows, soaking up the sun while observing the bustling activity of pedestrians and traffic below.
She pondered the rationale behind Oliver's insistence on keeping her by his side.
‘Does he find it embarrassing to divorce?’
His social circle was filled with men who had been divorced several times, each subsequently marrying someone younger and more attractive; some even took pride in this fact.
With Oliver’s status, he could easily find another woman after the divorce.
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