Chapter 465
To Susan, it was evident that Natalie, an outsider, had usurped the position of Oliver's wife. As such, should Natalie not be hated by everyone?
The more Susan pondered, the more perplexed she became. Clenching her fists so tightly it hurt, she eventually relaxed her grip, revealing a man's wedding band nestled in her palm. She stared at it obsessively, slipping it onto her ring finger. It was too large. After trying it on various fingers, she found that it fit her thumb.
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Oliver, who had been drinking in the private room until the early hours, began to feel slightly drunk at around four or five in the morning.
"Oliver, shall we take you back to your room?" Wyatt suggested.
Oliver had a room reserved for rest at the club. He shook his head, saying, "I'm going home."
Isaac raised an eyebrow. "You're in this state, and you still want to go home? Just rest in the room upstairs and go back later."
"No," Oliver insisted, looking at Isaac as though Isaac was being unreasonable. Then, he turned to Wyatt and said, "I can't stay out all night."
Isaac and Wyatt exchanged a look, dumbfounded.
"Considering the time, it is practically morning, and you're saying you don't want to stay out all night?"
Isaac was at a loss, completely mystified by Oliver's determination to go home after consuming so much alcohol. 'Would it not be more convenient to rest at the club?' he thought.
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Natalie had not expected that, after being suddenly awakened by a kiss a few days earlier, she would one day be woken up by the smell of alcohol. She felt a significant weight pressing down on her and a head buried in her neck while the smell of alcohol assaulted her nose.
Frowning, Natalie switched on the light and saw Oliver lying on her, carefully avoiding her legs.
"Oliver. Oliver, wake up!"
She attempted to push him off but could not move him. Although he appeared lean, he had muscles where it mattered, and he was quite heavy.
Struggling to breathe, Natalie could not help but raise her voice. "Oliver!"
"Baby, stop moving!" Oliver murmured with his eyes closed as he moved to stroke her face and ears.
"Oliver, move it!" Natalie said icily.
Alas, the drunken man did not seem to hear her.
Oliver, with eyes half-open, lifted his head and looked at Natalie's face in the light. After a moment, he nodded in approval, murmuring to himself, "That's the one."
Natalie was perplexed.
'What sort of nonsense is this?' she thought.
"How much did you drink?" she asked.
"Baby, you smell," Oliver complained, sniffing around Natalie and grimacing.
Laughing out of frustration, Natalie retorted, "And you think you smell any better after drinking so much?"
She surmised he was referring to the medicinal scent – she had applied an ointment to prevent scarring before going to bed. However, that ointment did not smell bad at all; it had a subtle floral fragrance!
"I don't smell," Oliver said. Then, he leaned in close as if to kiss Natalie but halted just before, saying, "I can't kiss."
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