Chapter 638 My Wife Is the Best
"I can’t." Natalie shook her head. "I have a show tonight, I cannot eat much at lunch."
Therefore, the issue was not the lack of time for lunch; rather, it was that she could not eat much for lunch.
"No dinner either?" he asked.
She nodded. The show was starting at 7 PM after all.
Oliver cursed softly, "What sort of absurd job and rules are these?"
Natalie was on the verge of explaining that eating less was not detrimental to her health, but before she could speak, he had already grabbed her, spun her around, and pressed her against the Bugatti, sealing her lips with his.
The kiss was intense, driven by nearly ten days of frustration and longing. He longed for her, wanting to be with her all the time. He had, in several fleeting moments in the past, considered by any means necessary to tie her to his side.
"I, I really must go now," Natalie said, her gaze still locked with Oliver's after his passionate kiss.
Oliver cradled her face in one hand, his thumb gently caressing the corner of her lips.
Feeling his touch, Natalie's ears flushed. She licked her lips nervously.
Natalie was on the verge of explaining that eating less was not detrimental to her health, but before she could speak, he had already grabbed her, spun her around, and pressed her against the Bugatti, sealing her lips with his.
The kiss was intense, driven by nearly ten days of frustration and longing. He longed for her, wanting to be with her all the time. He had, in several fleeting moments in the past, considered by any means necessary to tie her to his side.
"I, I really must go now," Natalie said, her gaze still locked with Oliver's after his passionate kiss.
Oliver cradled her face in one hand, his thumb gently caressing the corner of her lips.
Feeling his touch, Natalie's ears flushed. She licked her lips nervously.
Her action made Oliver's eyes darken. He warned, "Natalie, if you continue to tempt me, I’m going to drive you away in my car.”
"Who is tempting you?" Natalie retorted, unaware of how seductive her bright eyes were.
Taking a shallow breath, Oliver felt that his self-control was very good.
Natalie saw her chance and quickly pushed Oliver away, stepping back and bidding him farewell. After moving away, she abruptly stopped and turned back to see him still watching her, seemingly intending to watch her until she disappeared from sight.
"Oliver, tonight marks my grand return to the stage. Do you not have any words of encouragement for me?" she asked him unexpectedly, later thinking she was slightly melodramatic.
She could not help but remember her first and second years of college when couples would often encourage each other before a significant performance. She longed for that kind of support and wished to experience it.
"What’s there to encourage?" Oliver responded dismissively, "It’s not like you’re in a competition."
Natalie was left speechless.
However, Oliver continued casually, "Besides, in my eyes, my wife is always the best."
To him, the performance was not a competitive event; there were no judges to impress. In his heart, she was already in first place. Even if there were judges scoring, if Natalie did not rank first, it would only indicate their lack of discernment.
Natalie's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with joy as she looked back at Oliver from several feet away. He certainly had no idea that he had just uttered a very romantic statement.
"Oliver," she called out. She dashed back, gave him a quick hug, and before he could respond, she ran back to the backstage area of the show.
Oliver was left with a fleeting sense of completeness that swiftly turned into emptiness. Her feminine scent lingered and left his heart feeling hollow.
He was uncertain whether that brief embrace was a reward or a punishment. He muttered to himself, "Darling, if you’d moved any slower, you might as well say goodbye to the show tonight."
…
Backstage, Natalie found the other models already in the process of getting ready.
Vivian, despite not working with the makeup team from the beginning, demonstrated her formidable skills by catching up in just a few hours. She even proposed several excellent ideas, and now she was directing the makeup team with apparent ease. Her authority and position were unquestionable; everyone respected her decisions.
"Natalie!" Vivian called out upon noticing her, "Take a seat over there, darling. I’ll be with you as soon as I finish this eye makeup."
As the model chosen for the opening and closing walks, Natalie's appearance was Vivian's primary responsibility.
The other models quickly noticed the opulent and beautiful bouquet in Natalie's hands, exchanging swift looks that communicated volumes.
"Look at her! The person she met must be quite special!"
"Natalie, who are those flowers from?" someone asked curiously, eager for some gossip.
Natalie was hesitant to share details of her private life, but the memory of Oliver's affectionate words and actions brought a smile to her eyes. She only said that someone had given them to her.
"Wow!"
"It seems I have stumbled upon some juicy news."
"Me too!"
There was a commotion.
Everyone had formed a good relationship with Natalie over the past few days. Furthermore, since Natalie had divorced Oliver, it was considered perfectly normal for her to find a new interest. Moreover, Flora and Jane were staunch supporters of Natalie; neglecting to treat her kindly was tantamount to inviting trouble.
Everyone was curious about the man who had sent Natalie the flowers.
Someone closely inspected the wrapping of the bouquet; the gold dust appeared to be genuine gold—subtle, yet luxurious.
…
As the evening drew closer, guests started arriving for the show.
Most of the young and affluent individuals eager for invitations had returned from summer camp, clearly attending in support of Natalie.
A throng gathered at the entrance, with a line of luxury cars gleaming in a row.
The reporters stranded outside without invitations were nearly blinded by the spectacle as a group of well-known young socialites emerged, all smiles and conversation, clearly having planned to attend together.
"Barrett, are you here for the show?" an entertainment journalist, who was somewhat familiar with Barrett, stepped forward to inquire.
Barrett responded with a casual nod.
"So you and your friends are all here for the show?"
Barrett frowned. "Do you like to ask pointless questions?”
He motioned toward the parked cars and continued, "We’re all here. Do you think we just came here for a drive?”
Nearby, alert entertainment reporters discreetly aimed their cameras and listened intently to catch parts of the conversation.
One reporter dared to ask, "May I ask, who are you here to support at the show? Are you friends with the designer, Wine?"
A wealthy heiress eagerly interjected, "No, we’re here for Natalie!"
Another heiress added enthusiastically, "You should focus more on Natalie, the peerless beauty! Natalie, the multi-talented! Our darling, Natalie!"
With laughter, the group of socialites made their way inside.
The journalists were left puzzled, wondering, "What’s happening?"
"Weren’t there rumors that Natalie had lost her standing in the elite circle?"
Since Natalie had taken a break from the fashion industry, had she secretly been learning witchcraft? Did she put a spell on everyone? Otherwise, why were all those proud socialites supporting her so enthusiastically?
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