Chapter521 Oliver's Jealousy
"My friend? What do they look like? Man or woman?"
"Handsome man? Oh, I see. Thanks again!"
After hanging up, Natalie bent down to pick up the prescription, still muttering about the delivery guy: "It's so careless to hand out packages without even knowing the recipient's name!"
After her grumbling, she looked around. Seeing no one, she called out suspiciously:
"Roger?"
"Is that you, Roger?"
Natalie pondered in bewilderment, Emily Reed was all over the place, too busy to even think straight, and her girlfriends didn't even know she'd moved out yet. Who else could it be if not Roger Wild?
"Click." The sound was soft.
The door closed gently.
That was Natalie's way, always striving to put her best foot forward, even in something as trivial as closing a door with a graceful ease.
Oliver pressed his body against the wall, clenching his molars and fists, as if trying to merge with the wall itself.
He was distraught, an exquisite blend of heartache and jealousy, so intertwined he could hardly tell them apart.
He thought the visitor was Roger Wild.
Oh, how telling it was that the first person on her mind now was Roger Wild!
Her hurt, her anguish... she hadn't confided in him, but Roger Wild?
Seconds ticked by before Oliver, somewhat belatedly, realized how ridiculous his thoughts were.
If Natalie still turned to him first for everything, they wouldn't have divorced. She wouldn't have hurried to spread the news of their split far and wide as if desperate to sever all ties with him.
She wouldn't have left the Rosewood Estate as soon as the agreed-upon time arrived, unwilling to wait for him even a few days longer.
But what had she gained by striking out on her own?
The almost insulting proposal from the twice-married Mr. Green.
Oliver remembered peering through the gap between the door earlier, seeing Natalie in a plain white tee and loose sweatpants, trying but failing to hide her plight. He could tell something was off with her walk, her right leg lacking its usual strength.
Hadn’t her injury completely healed yet?
Natalie... How had it come to this with Natalie?
He didn't know how long he'd been standing there in the security corridor, frozen as if nailed to the spot, until a call from Charles jolted him back to reality. The vibrating phone startled him into the present.
His first instinct wasn't to answer, but to check Natalie's door, fearing she'd catch him.
"Sir, where are you? We have an international conference in half an hour... You didn't forget, did you?" Charles started, sensing halfway through his sentence that, of course, the boss had forgotten.
"Postpone it," Oliver said.
“I guess it clearly didn’t weigh on his mind,” Charles thought.
Charles hesitated for a moment, trying to salvage the situation, "Sir, the managers in Europe are all set to go; we're just waiting on you, and...”
"Can't you handle the aftermath?" Oliver cut him off, his voice derisive.
"Alright, sir. I'll take care of it," Charles muttered under his breath. It seemed that sir's potential to be a tyrant was growing by the day.
No, that wasn't quite right. Sir had always been decisively imperious; it was just that ever since he got married last year, his temper had improved. They had grown too accustomed to the comfort of their bubble, forgetting the havoc that reality could wreak.
Sadly, the saint had left them, leaving her subordinates to weather the storm alone. What a pity!
After treating her wounds and enduring a night of frayed nerves, Natalie finally allowed herself to relax. Rational thought was returning, and her mind began to strategize.
She couldn't keep pushing herself relentlessly, walking without a care for her well-being. If she ruined her health, everything else would be in vain.
She had friends who worried about her; she had Lucas, her lifeline.
After a tumultuous night, Natalie was completely drained. She lay down on the couch to rest and unintentionally drifted to sleep.
By the time she woke up, it was already past noon.
With not a morsel of food at home, Natalie decided to order some delivery.
Oliver had waited outside all morning and hadn't seen Natalie step out; instead, he watched another delivery driver approach her door.
The delivery guy knocked, and Natalie opened the door to pick up the food, muttering a "Thanks."
No sooner had the door shut than Oliver confronted the delivery guy.
"What? You again?" the delivery guy exclaimed in shock, squinting up at Oliver. "You haven't left yet?"
Well, it wasn't every day that one encountered a gentleman whose looks outshone celebrities. Not to mention his attire – the watch on his wrist alone was worth more than the delivery guy's entire decades' earnings.
It was then that Oliver realized he had run into the same delivery guy from the morning.
"Dude, what was up with you this morning? Did you climb the stairs or something? The customer even called asking why the delivery was delayed," the delivery guy said, a tone of disbelief in his voice. "You looking for me? No, wait, you were looking for that lady, so why didn't you go in when you reached the door?"
"What did she buy?" Oliver inquired.
"Just grabbing a bite," the delivery guy gave Oliver a once-over, "No offense, man, but what's up with you? You look like a rich kid. That girl bought meds this morning—probably feeling under the weather. Why aren't you cooking for your girl if you care about her so much?"
Before boarding the elevator, the delivery guy couldn't help but impart one last piece of unsolicited advice, "Dude, seriously, you're not going to win her heart with that attitude!"
Oliver was speechless.
“How does he presume to know whether I can get a girl or not?”
“I'm married for crying out loud! The woman I was just with outside is my wife!”
As soon as the guy stepped in, Oliver hastily pressed the button on the elevator, eager to rid himself of the overly chatty stranger for even a second longer.
Charles had waited all day for his boss to show up at the office, to no avail. He finally had to bring the important documents to him.
Seated in the back of the car, Oliver skimmed through the files at lightning speed, signing off on what was acceptable and discarding the rest without a second thought.
Most of them were cast aside.
When Oliver was in a foul mood, he turned decidedly ruthless, his temper unleashed on his subordinates.
Charles sighed internally, already picturing the troubled faces of the company's higher-ups.
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