Chapter502
‘Is it truly over? No, it can’t be!’
Oliver simply could not accept it. He seized the car keys and made his way downstairs rapidly.
"Oliver, where are you going?" Liam asked, afraid that Oliver might act impulsively.
Oliver merely gestured with his hand in a dismissive manner, not taking the time to respond, and dialed Jamie's number.
"Find out Natalie’s location.”
Subsequently, he hurried to the garage, and soon after, a silver-gray Lamborghini rushed out onto the street.
Liam paced back and forth anxiously in the foyer. Finding himself without alternatives, he reached out to Arthur. He asked worriedly, “Arthur, do you know what’s going on with Oliver and Natalie?"
"Liam, there’s no need to worry about him,” Arthur replied calmly, "My life is a mess now; do you really think I have the time to mind his business?"
…
Natalie's apartment at Maple Villa was a place she had bought after securing a considerable amount of money from several runway jobs. Although modest in size, it was elegantly decorated and furnished. She had ensured it was regularly cleaned by hired cleaners, making it always ready for her to live in at any moment.
Natalie was attentively reading the doctor’s prescription when the doorbell unexpectedly sounded.
Only Emily was aware of her residence here—who could have found her so swiftly?
She looked through the peephole with caution and saw a handsome man smiling gently.
"Nathan," Natalie opened the door and asked in confusion, "How did you find me?"
"Am I not welcome?" Nathan quipped, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, you are welcome, please come… Ah!"
Before she had the chance to move aside, Natalie found herself lifted off the ground.
"How are you getting around with your injured leg? Did you hop your way here?”
"Nathan, I’m capable of walking on my own!" Natalie exclaimed, taken aback, a wave of embarrassment washing over her as she blushed to her ears.
Nathan carefully placed Natalie on the couch, opting not to explain his prior actions. He asked, "Has your leg recovered?"
He was already informed of her recovery—his contact at the hospital had ensured he was up to date.
"Yes, I can already remove my cast, I just haven’t done so yet.”
"Let me help you."
"What?" Natalie's voice was tinged with surprise as she said, "Nathan, there is no need for you to do that."
"Do you not trust me?" Nathan raised his eyebrow slightly, saying playfully, “Or do you feel shy?”
Natalie did indeed feel somewhat uncomfortable, but Nathan's comment made it difficult for her to refuse. Finally, she said, "It’s just... you have already done so much on my behalf."
"Natalie, you’ve also been a great help to me. Do you recall the time you saved my life?" Nathan's expression softened, his smile turning warm. He was alluding to a certain incident at the hospital, though it was Roger Wild who had been saved, not Nathan himself.
Nathan then procured a basin of warm water, asked Natalie for a towel, and fetched a pair of scissors. He crouched down in front of her, his tall figure looming.
The scissors made quick work of the bandages, peeling away each layer until the hardened plaster was finally removed.
Her right leg, which was slender to begin with, appeared to have lost some of its muscle mass due to lack of use, making it noticeably thinner than her left and looking rather dull and pale.
Natalie, acting on impulse, retracted her leg, wishing to conceal it—it seemed both unsightly and dirty.
"Stay still, I need to examine the bone."
Nathan took hold of Natalie's ankle, placing it upon his knee.
"Nathan, I should clean it first," Natalie protested, trying to withdraw her foot.
"I’ve got it."
Nathan submerged the previously prepared towel in the warm water, wringing it slightly before starting to clean Natalie's right leg with care. His movements were gentle and his touch was soft, encouraging her to leave herself in his care.
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