Chapter 453
She grasped the quilt, covering her body, her eyes ablaze with anger.
"That’s right, I’ve lost my mind, and it’s your fault!" Oliver mocked, placing one hand beside Natalie's head as he pinched her cheek, compelling her to look at him.
"Who were you chatting with before you fell asleep?" Oliver asked.
Natalie struggled to recall.
Observing her hesitation, Oliver retrieved her phone.
Natalie had not implemented any sophisticated security measures, just a passcode lock. Incoming messages were visible with a single tap on the screen. Suddenly, the message from Roger concerning the divorce appeared.
Natalie then remembered. Roger had asked about her recovery, and after her response, she had dozed off.
He likely mentioned divorce because he was aware of Oliver and Susan and given his knowledge of her attitude toward Oliver at the company, he could infer her sentiments toward their marriage.
"Natalie, why must you discuss our divorce with him? Do you think Roger is perfect?"
"You b*st*rd, what are you trying to say?”
"Do you really believe he can help you obtain a divorce?”
Oliver pinned Natalie down, the heat from his body growing more intense.
"Let me go, Oliver! Let me go!"
This was a nightmare for her.
"Who else should I be close to, if not you?"
Oliver’s mood darkened into something terrifying, reminiscent of a demon emerging in the dead of night.
"Natalie, I’m your husband!"
"Get out! Leave!"
Natalie attempted to kick him away in desperation, but she was already securely held down by Oliver.
The phone brightened up at this moment. Roger had sent another message.
Roger: [I’ll always support you, Natalie. My promise will always hold. Just turn around, and you’ll find me.]
Oliver's reason was eclipsed by fierce jealousy.
"Turn around and you’ll find him?"
Oliver let out a cold laugh. He kissed Natalie's bruised lips and whispered a threat, "Natalie, you’re not allowed to turn around. I won’t allow you the opportunity to turn around!"
Natalie was enveloped in sheer terror.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
As Oliver kissed her eyes, tasting the salty tears, he abruptly realized Natalie's distress. He trembled, struck by a cold realization as if awakened from a trance.
Oliver switched on the bedside lamp, only to see the person beneath him in tears, her eyes wide with unmistakable fear. She was quivering uncontrollably as she kept muttering for him to let her go.
"Natalie..."
Pain and regret wrenched through Oliver's heart, feeling as though a part of it had been carved out. He remained motionless, fearful of frightening Natalie further.
"Natalie, I am sorry..." His voice trembled with remorse.
Oliver fumbled to cover Natalie's body with the blanket and drew her close into his embrace.
"Natalie, I’m really sorry… Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry. I won’t harm you. Baby, I’m sorry. This is my fault. It won’t happen again. Don’t be afraid."
"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."
"Don't be scared, I won't force myself on you."
"Look at me, look at me! Don't be afraid of me."
"Don't fear me, Natalie."
Oliver felt the person in his arms shivers even more violently, but he was unwilling to let go, holding her even tighter through the blanket.
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