Chapter 637 I Came For My Wife
To gain entry, one required an invitation, which had all been snapped up weeks prior. Those without an invitation could purchase one at steep prices or pull some strings.
Entertainment journalists typically bought theirs since their companies would reimburse them. However, to their astonishment, they found none available. The scarcity affected not only them; there were whispers of affluent heirs engaging in a fierce competition over an invitation!
"Why are you all so eager? Is Paris Fashion Week not enough for you? Is Milan too common? After attending all those major shows, you're still eager to attend an indie designer's show. Don’t you have better ways to spend your time?"
"It's one thing for an heiress to secure invitations to shows, but why are these young men so intent on attending? Do you know that Flora’s debut collection consists solely of womenswear?"
The invitations to Flora's debut show, ‘Night Banquet’, suddenly became a subject of widespread interest, sparking curiosity and confusion among many.
…
The show was only starting at 7 PM, but the day of the show was particularly chaotic.
Every crew member was busy, and even Lilian and Casey were sent by Natalie to assist Flora.
Lucas was there to support his sister and girlfriend, quickly finding himself busy with tasks as soon as he arrived.
Natalie was delivering a final motivational speech to the models, focusing on teamwork and motivation rather than instructions before coordinating with the stage manager to confirm backup plans were ready.
"Natalie, your phone is ringing," said a model, handing her the vibrating phone.
Natalie glanced at the caller ID, recognizing the number without a saved contact, and excused herself to answer the call.
“Excuse me, I have to take this call. Everyone, take a short break. Let’s have a light veggie salad for lunch before we start with makeup. We have to rock it tonight!”
With that, Natalie made her way outside and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Why did you take so long to answer?"
Natalie recognized the familiar tone of impatience and dissatisfaction immediately. She was not bothered by it since he was always impatient. She explained, “I was busy.”
“Are you still busy?” Oliver asked before he said, "Meet me at Entrance B of the exhibition hall."
"Entrance B? Why?" Natalie asked. However, she had a hunch.
"To meet your secret admirer," Oliver teased, his voice carrying a playful tone.
Natalie smirked to herself and headed toward Entrance B.
…
Once Natalie was out of earshot, someone spying through a slight opening in the rehearsal room door informed the others, "She's left for Entrance B after a call."
“Did you see the caller earlier?” someone asked the model who handed Natalie her phone.
“No. The number isn’t saved.”
“Should we go and have a look? I have a feeling it’s a man! I’m really curious!”
“Could it be Oliver? I heard rumors about their reconciliation recently!”
“If it’s really Oliver, it’s better for us not to be nosy! Otherwise, who knows what he might do to us!”
Natalie, previously criticized for her reliance on Oliver, had now proven her skills. Her success was undeniable. Now, she had risen from ashes, and her confidence was brimming.
Women, adept at recognizing authenticity, could not help but admire someone like Natalie who was genuinely talented.
…
It was quiet at Entrance B. Not many people were around.
Natalie had not encountered anyone until she spotted a tall and poised figure.
There stood Oliver, dressed in a shirt and slacks, holding a beautiful bouquet. His eyebrows were raised in a playful manner as a subtle smile appeared on his otherwise stoic face when he saw Natalie.
"Oliver, why are you here?" Natalie's eyes sparkled like the stars upon seeing him, a detail she herself did not notice.
Oliver regarded her calmly, saying, "I came for my wife. She hasn’t been home for nearly ten days and has only called me once, for less than five minutes."
His tone carried a clear note of complaint.
Natalie felt a bit guilty. She was not one to be overly attached, and she had been very busy recently. The last time Oliver called, she had been engaged in conversation with Flora and Jane, making it an inopportune moment for them to talk.
"Is that bouquet for me?" she asked, her eyes drifting to the baby's breath within the arrangements, attempting to shift the conversation.
Oliver, holding the bouquet with one hand and the other in his pocket, replied coolly, "It's for my wife. Are you my wife?"
Natalie was momentarily lost for words. "What?"
“Just making sure you’re still my wife since you seem to have forgotten you have a husband,” Oliver retorted.
With a sigh, Natalie accepted the bouquet and stood on her toes to give Oliver a quick kiss on the lips, hoping to smooth things over. "There, are you satisfied now? Why do I feel like you've become clingier?"
Oliver cherished the brief kiss. He thought to himself, ‘Clingy? Maybe a little, but more afraid to lose you again…’
He was afraid of losing Natalie again to an unforeseen mistake. He knew he could not take such risks lightly.
"Will you attend tonight's show?" Natalie asked, noticing Oliver's Bugatti parked nearby, signaling his impending departure.
Oliver began to nod, then hesitated. "What if attending sparks rumors of our reconciliation?"
"Oliver!" She glared at him.
"I'll be there," he conceded.
"I need to return," Natalie said, checking the time.
Oliver grabbed her wrist, reluctant to part ways. "Have lunch with me."
He had arrived specifically at lunchtime to see her, knowing well she was swamped with work. If Natalie could not spare even a moment for lunch, he was prepared to barge in and confront Flora.
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