Chapter 467
Natalie's eyes widened in disbelief at his shamelessness. She had reached her limit. She wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but the weight of the man on her made it difficult. Her last reserves of politeness and upbringing stopped her from slapping some sense into him.
"Oliver, go take a shower," she said again.
This time, he seemed to understand. He nodded before he asked, “Can I kiss you after I shower?”
‘Great, even when he’s drunk, he can still negotiate…’
Natalie did not reply to the question. Instead, she said firmly, “Go. Use the guest bathroom.”
"No, I prefer to use yours," Oliver insisted.
"Okay, my room is next door, and so is my bathroom,” Natalie said.
Oliver pondered this for a moment before he nodded. He stood up and paused to tuck Natalie in with care. Half-kneeling beside the bed, he instinctively leaned forward for a kiss but stopped. It was uncertain if it was because of the memory of her scolding him for reeking of alcohol or her prohibiting him from kissing her.
As soon as Oliver left the room, Natalie seized the remote control, locked the door without hesitation, and closed her eyes to rest.
The master bedroom's security system was unparalleled. Once activated from within, entry from the outside was impossible, even with a duplicate key.
…
Natalie enjoyed undisturbed sleep until the morning sun shone through.
Adapting to her new routine, Natalie maneuvered her wheelchair with ease despite her cast-encased leg. Her consistent workouts had paid off, allowing her to move into the wheelchair using her upper body strength effortlessly.
After getting ready for the day, she unlocked her bedroom door, only to be greeted by a startling sight.
Oliver was asleep, slumped against her door in a kneeling position. He was so close that when the door opened inward, he fell onto Natalie's wheelchair and legs. He wore a navy-blue silk robe, loosely tied, revealing his chest. Despite his typically acute senses, he remained unresponsive.
Natalie waited for him to wake up.
Contrary to expectation, rather than opening his eyes, he shifted, draping his arms around her legs and nestling his head on her knees with a sigh of satisfaction.
She observed him briefly before activating the wheelchair's reverse function. As the chair moved backward, Oliver's body also fell. He jolted awake, managing to stop himself from falling with an agility that belied any remnants of a hangover.
Their gazes locked—hers, devoid of emotion; his, slightly confused.
It was not quite an act of pretending to sleep. Oliver had been conscious the moment Natalie opened the door but comforted by the knowledge it was her, he had chosen to drift back to sleep.
"You’re in my way," she stated when he made no move to step aside.
Oliver had a slight headache, and there was also a slight discomfort due to an unrestful night. He massaged his temples and leaned on the doorframe as he asked, “Why did you lock me out?”
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