Chapter 486
Natalie caught an early morning flight and went for a medical check-up in the afternoon. Exhausted, she retired early falling into a deep slumber.
Lying beside her, Oliver gently caressed her hair, whispering, "Natalie, is it that difficult to admit that you don't want to trouble me?"
His deep voice resonated in the quiet night, filled with sorrow and tenderness. Unfortunately, she was sound asleep, unable to answer him.
Knowing the complicated relationship between him and Susan, Natalie had risked herself forcing the Hastings family into a corner where they had to deal with Susan personally, denying Oliver the chance to play the villain.
His Natalie was still so gentle with those around her. Gentle, yet resolutely ruthless whenever necessary.
Oliver chuckled bitterly.
They barely made it in time to secure a flight using Oliver’s private jet for their return to Paykston. Natalie couldn't afford to be careless with herself anymore and followed the doctor's advice meticulously all the way.
Once they got back to the Rosewood Estate, she rested, ate her meals dutifully, and even had soup brought to her in the afternoon.
Going into the office with Oliver daily while maintaining a strict and careful diet regimen wasn't conducive to her recovery. She managed to reassure Oliver that it would be best for her to rest at home.
"Why does it seem that you have lost more weight?" It had only been a week, but Oliver noticed that Natalie, despite eating well, not only hadn't put on any weight but looked even more fragile.
After he spoke, the maid who often looked after Natalie's meals quivered, "Sir, I've been taking good care of the madam's diet, she's been eating well!"
Natalie offered the maid a reassuring look and said to Oliver, "It must be my metabolism." Even when she was healthier, she had always been one to not gain weight easily.
The next afternoon, Oliver being concerned about Natalie’s condition, came home unexpectedly from the office to join her for lunch.
Natalie's appetite had recently improved a bit, though it’s still not up to her normal amounts, it was much better than before when she'd hardly eat without getting sick.
"A cat eats more than you do," Oliver remarked, frowning.
The house staff tried to encourage Natalie to eat more, but no matter how much they coaxed, she wouldn't pick up her fork again.
"I need to use the restroom."
Understanding, the maid helped Natalie into the bathroom, and after a while, came out alone, nearly bumping into Oliver who was standing by the door.
"Don't worry, sir, the madam has never had a fall when you weren't here. She always heads to the bathroom after meals."
The maid intended to reassure him, but Oliver's sudden pause and sharp glance startled her.
"Sir?" The maid was startled by Oliver’s reaction.
"Does she go every time after eating?" he asked.
"Yes," the maid confirmed.
As the maid started to explain that some people just have those kinds of routines, Oliver hurriedly pushed the door open and entered the bathroom.
Natalie was clutching the toilet, vomiting, and when she heard the noise, she turned with a startled look to find Oliver with an icy expression on his face.
Natalie was pale, with the corners of her mouth soiled. She immediately flushed the toilet, erasing all evidence of her sickness.
But Oliver's perceptive eyes could not be fooled.
"Madam, are you all right?" The maid walked in to find Natalie now sitting properly in her wheelchair, looking only a bit pale.
"Leave us," Oliver said curtly with his thin lips.
"...Yes." Sensing the tense mood, the maid quickly retreated from the bathroom.
Oliver clenched his jaw, and after a moment, he took a cup from the side, filled it halfway with water, and handed it to Natalie, his voice firm, "Rinse your mouth."
Hesitating only a second, Natalie took the water twice, rinsed her mouth, and was then handed a towel to wipe her mouth.
"Quite the routine, isn't it?" Oliver said with a hint of sarcasm and then asked her, "Need the bathroom anymore?"
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