Chapter 561 To Cry from Being Teased
After Natalie finished taking pictures, Lilian had already downed hers — she tolerated the strong taste of lamb and goat better.
Natalie glanced at Oliver, suspecting the young heir wouldn't fancy it, but since Lilian had helped out her brother, she decided she'd drink their share.
But just as she lifted the cup, Oliver snatched it away and downed it like medicine, his face darkening afterward, exuding such a grim aura it was as if he had been poisoned.
The people at the surrounding tables exchanged bewildered and fearful looks, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.
Natalie, caught off guard, naively asked him, "Does it taste good?"
Oliver gave her a look that said, "What do you think?"
Natalie was puzzled — if it tasted bad, why the rush to drink it?
With a strange taste in his mouth and an irritable expression, Oliver stomped out of the tea shop.
"Hey!" Natalie called after him and, after only a few steps, saw Oliver at a stall guzzling down bottled water.
Oliver chugged his water quickly, yet gracefully, maintaining his refined demeanor.
He finished the bottle and casually tossed it, sending it sailing in a perfect arc straight into the trash can with a “clunk clunk” sound.
“If you didn’t want to eat, why did you snatch it from me?” Natalie said, offering him a napkin to wipe his mouth, an unexpected twinge of concern rising within her.
Oliver rarely showed his preferences or dislikes. He seemed indifferent now, but Natalie could tell that the tea had made him feel uncomfortable.
He always disliked anything too rich or sweet.
“You like it?” Oliver asked after wiping his mouth, turning the question back on her.
Natalie shook her head without thinking, then paused, struck by the realization.
So, he endured it because... I didn’t like it?
Blinking back the swelling emotion, Natalie felt her chest tighten, not quite daring to voice her thoughts.
After leaving, they planned to hit up a couple of “must-see spots” before splitting into pairs.
"Lucas, take good care of Lilian, got it?" Natalie reminded Lucas as they were about to part ways.
Lucas, smirking, retorted, "Sis, I'm your baby brother. How come you treat Lilian better than you treat me?”
Lilian loved that comment, joyfully exclaiming, "Because I'm adorable!"
Lucas rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the corners of his mouth tilting up into a smile.
Once in the car, Natalie started to reapply sunscreen.
In Silvercrest, although the winters were mild and the summers cool, the UV radiation was intense.
By the time she finished with her legs and arms, the sports car had already pulled up at the next stop.
"Oliver, do you need sunscreen?" Natalie asked, putting down the cream and picking up a sunscreen spray for her face.
Oliver never used such products and was about to decline when Natalie unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned toward him.
"Don't move," she instructed.
Kneeling with one leg on the seat, she bent into the driver's area, shielding his hair with her left hand while aiming the spray with her right, "Close your eyes."
It had been a long time since Natalie had come this close to him willingly. Oliver's ears picked up the brush of her wrist against his skin, the warmth and softness of it, her distinctive, gentle fragrance filling his senses.
Caught in a momentary haze, he instinctively obeyed and closed his eyes.
"Pssht—"
The sunscreen misted back and forth over his face.
A second later, Oliver came to his senses and abruptly opened his eyes, only to be met with a cloud of sunscreen. Reflexively, he shut them again, a frown creasing his brow.
"Ah!"
Startled, Natalie tossed the sunscreen spray aside, fumbling with a wet wipe to dab at his eyes.
"Why did you just open your eyes like that? Quick, wipe them yourself! Are you all right? Did any spray get in?"
"Oliver, are you okay?"
The sunscreen spray had been pointed at his chin, and it seemed like a fine mist had drifted into his eyes. After Oliver rubbed them for a bit and his tears diluted the stinging droplets, he seemed to recover.
When Oliver finally opened his eyes, a mild redness circled them but it wasn’t severe.
His gaze met the woman's anxious face close before him, her beautiful eyes shone like stars. Seeing his own reflection in them sent his pulse racing, awakening a long-suppressed emotion.
"Ah—"
Natalie felt a dizzy spell as she was pushed back into the passenger seat.
Before she could gather her senses, his towering figure was blocking out the sunlight, casting a shadow over her.
In the cool shade, his lips pressed urgently against hers!
"Mmph!"
"Mmmm!"
Natalie’s mind buzzed, overwhelmed by his kisses, before she fully realized what was happening.
She struggled, but he pinned her hands behind her back effortlessly.
Unable to resist his fervent advance, she felt light-headed, flashes of her life with Oliver crossing her mind as her body slumped in surrender.
...
Oliver finally released Natalie, propping himself on the back of her seat, peering down at her with heavy breaths and eyes as deep as abysses, threatening to draw her in completely.
Natalie, too, was breathing unevenly, her chest heaving.
Today, she wore a V-neck top, and as Oliver';s gaze drifted downward, a glimpse of ivory skin caught his eye, making him inwardly flinch.
"Oliver!"
Natalie tried to grab her neckline, but her hands remained locked behind her by his firm grip.
As his wife for a year, she knew all too well what his intense look meant.
"What now, calling me a rogue, a scoundrel, or shameless?" The man let a smile curl at the corner of his mouth.
She glared at him but unaware that her dewy eyes only added to her allure.
"Natalie, do you have any idea how you look right now?" Oliver's gaze darkened, his body deliberately leaning in.
Danger was in the air.
"I don't want to know." Natalie guessed he wasn't about to say anything pleasant—it wasn't the first time he'd tried this tactic, and she wasn't playing along!
"It's fine if you don't cooperate, but it's still possible to tell."
Oliver’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered words.
"Oliver!"
Natalie bristled instantly.
Seeing he’d pushed enough—for now wasn't the time—Oliver reined in his amusement, which nevertheless persisted, sweeping away the gloom that had hung over him for a while.
He settled back into the driver's seat, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths to steady himself, continuing to tease her. "Miss Watson, as someone with experience, aren't you familiar with the term 'natural instinct'?"
Biological impulse. Also known as irresistible urge.
The way he said it almost sounded innocent.
Natalie really wanted to hit him!
And kick him just to feel better!
Because what he'd just said was, "Making you cry from making love."
As they got out of the car, Natalie maintained her scowl.
Unaware of the car's tense atmosphere, the separately-driving photographer only noticed Miss Watson's cold demeanor toward Mr. Windsor after the ride.
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