Chapter 452
The household staff, noticing the scene, tactfully exited the room.
With the television off, the only sounds filling the hall were their mingled breaths.
"Oliver, have you lost your mind?!" Natalie shouted.
If she were not being held so tightly, she would have slapped him.
Perhaps due to the force, a scab on her lip was torn open, causing it to bleed again.
The sight of the vivid crimson blood was harsh on Oliver's eyes, and compassion swiftly took the place of jealousy in his heart as he tenderly wiped away the blood.
"Don't touch me!" Natalie pushed him away.
"I'm sorry, Natalie," Oliver said as he kneeled on one knee beside the sofa, intertwining his fingers with hers and causing their wedding rings to touch. He was aware that his jealousy was completely unfounded.
The heir to the real estate empire was preoccupied only with games and the tasks his father assigned him. He always behaved politely toward Oliver and bore no malice toward Natalie.
However, Oliver found it intolerable to see Natalie chatting happily with other men, particularly when she was so distant and aloof toward him.
…
After sustaining a leg injury, Natalie started going to bed early, merely to avoid sleeping at the same time as Oliver.
Oliver typically remained in his study, dealing with work until ten or eleven at night.
Upon completing his tasks today, Oliver freshened up in the guest bedroom's bathroom before returning to the master bedroom, where a slender figure was resting in the large bed. The moment he laid eyes on her, the void in the room was filled, bringing him a sense of tranquility.
He approached her side and softly kissed the corner of her lips, being mindful to steer clear of the injury on her mouth.
Suddenly, a flash of light caught his attention.
Oliver noticed Natalie was holding her phone, displaying a message from Roger.
Roger: [If you want to divorce Oliver, I can help you.]
Oliver's eyes narrowed immediately when he found out she was discussing their divorce with another man. His fingers tensed up, and without realizing it, he found himself kissing her.
Natalie awoke, struggling to breathe. Her breathing was rapid, and she felt an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her body. It took a moment for her to realize Oliver was kissing her.
In the moonlight, Natalie saw the figure above her like a ravenous wolf; every glance from his eyes was intense, as if he aimed to consume her whole.
"Oliver!"
Natalie struggled vehemently, but he had anticipated this. His legs pinned down her uninjured one, rendering her immobilized. With her free left leg, she kept kicking and hitting him, but he seemed impervious to pain.
"Let me go, Oliver!"
"Let go!"
"You b*st*rd!"
Eventually, Natalie managed to free a hand and, without a second thought, slapped him across the face with the frustration from the entire evening unleashed, causing his head to turn to the side.
Then, silence ensued.
The window was shut, leaving only the sound of their breathing, particularly Natalie's heavy panting.
"Oliver, have you lost your mind?" Natalie asked.
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