Chapter 659 Do You Know I'm Angry?
Mr. Windsor's face darkened instantly.
Having unburdened his heart to the goddess, Johnson felt a sense of relief. He splashed some water on his face in the bathroom to calm his nerves.
That's when he lifted his eyes to find a tall, imposing man standing behind him, his expression unreadable and intimidating.
"Mr. Windsor, do you need something?" Johnson asked, puzzled, knowing there weren't any personal or business ties between him and Oliver.
Oliver leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, looking down dismissively at the somewhat shorter Johnson. "I want a word with you."
"What is it?" Johnson asked, wary but curious.
"First," Oliver began, his voice steady and cold, "Natalie is never in need when I'm around. What you can do for her, I can too, and what you can't, I still can. Second, dare to meddle with Natalie again, and I'll make sure you're permanently accommodated in a hospital. And third, keep your distance from my woman."
Johnson looked at Oliver, frozen and speechless, water droplets still clinging to his face, untended.
"Didn't get it?" Oliver's impatience revealed a hint of danger in his eyes.
"Mr. Windsor, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Watson?"
"Who said I don't like her? I might be detached, but that doesn't stop me from loving her with all I've got."
When Johnson returned to the party, his friends noticed his pallor. "Feeling off, Johnson? Too thrilled to see Natalie?"
One friend said, "Don't worry, even though it's your second marriage, Natalie is also on her second. Divorcees aren't considered that valuable. Plus, a buddy of mine at the company said Natalie's trying to break her contract and owes thirty million in termination fees. She can't afford it. You might want to jump at the opportunity!"
"Shush!" Johnson quickly hushed his friend and scanned the surroundings to ensure their conversation remained private. Speaking in a lowered voice, he said, "Drop it. The less said about Miss Watson and me, the better. She's out of my league."
"Are you out of your mind, Johnson? Natalie's a woman with no connections. Even if she's doing well now, she doesn't compare to us tycoons with fortunes in the billions."
Johnson opened his mouth to mention Oliver but chose to remain silent. Observing the interactions between Oliver and Natalie, it was clear their relationship wasn't what the public assumed.
They seemed quite fond of each other; at least, there was mutual affection. As for why they gave the impression of a falling out to the public, Johnson had no clue.
But one thing was certain. The public was oblivious to Oliver and Natalie's current true state of affairs.
Secrecy was the key to survival.
After waiting for half an hour, Natalie finally saw Oliver approaching.
"Did someone corner you?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Given his stature, she had expected Oliver to join her within ten minutes—very few could detain him.
Holding back a complaint, Natalie said, "If you hadn't come, I would've been whisked away."
The secluded fountain garden had a few visitors, and Natalie was the center of attention tonight. People would inevitably come looking for her outside if she was missing from the main venue.
"If you had left, you would've ruined your evening," Oliver said, still wearing the cold expression he'd reserved for his rivals.
"It's not my fault, though," Natalie responded nonchalantly, her eyes twinkling with the joy of seeing him.
Oliver snorted dismissively, swiftly spinning Natalie off her feet and pinning her behind the column in a fluid motion.
Her head spun, and before she could regain her bearings, she found Oliver's handsome face inches from her own.
"Does it matter whose fault it is?" Oliver's voice was a low growl as he intertwined his breath with Natalie's unreasonably close, stating, "Mrs. Windsor deserves to be punished."
Before she could react, he devoured her scent fiercely without any chance for her to resist.
Only after Natalie gasped for air, caught off guard by his voraciousness, did he release her, asking, "Do you realize I'm angry?"
Natalie, her mind wiped blank by his kiss, shook her head honestly.
Oliver looked exasperated.
"But I know you're upset!" Natalie quickly corrected herself in an attempt to appease him.
"Do you know why I'm upset, Natalie?"
She rolled her eyes speechlessly.
You're always upset about something.
With one hand wrapped around Natalie's slender waist and the other tracing the contours of her brow, cheek, and collarbone, Oliver's gaze was intense, hinting at the danger of an impending storm.
"Tell me, which man could be happy hearing another man declare his love for his Mrs. Windsor? Or urge his Mrs. Windsor not to love him, to leave him?" he questioned sternly.
Natalie's eyes widened, guilt and discomfort showing on her face. "How did you know about that?"
"I also know that even if he can't have you, he's willing to serve you," Oliver's finger finally rested on Natalie's lips, adding, "Tell me, Mrs. Windsor, might I one day become a lonely man without even noticing?"
Another man could seduce away carelessness, and Mrs. Windsor.
Oliver was well aware that, despite his status as a wealthy elite and an eligible bachelor for the influential families, several matriarchs had already approached him during the short time at the event, eager to introduce their daughters to him.
"How could that be, Oliver? You're overthinking it," Natalie replied stiffly, forcing a smile.
Although she knew she was blameless in this matter, and she'd managed her relationship with Johnson well, a sense of guilt crept up inexplicably.
But what did she have to feel guilty about when so many women were still showing interest in Oliver?
With that defiant thought lasting only a second, Natalie decided to let it go.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you the type who never shows up to these things? Looking for something to capture on camera?"
Natalie shoved at Oliver's chest, hoping he'd step back a bit; his current stance was too aggressive, and she felt like a fish laid out for the slaughter.
Oliver had been waiting for her to ask that very question. "Why do you think I came?" he queried with a hint of mischief.
Natalie remained silent.
"Spill it," Oliver urged.
"You're here for me," Natalie mumbled, her ears turning a shade of pink, a touch embarrassed by her bold assumption.
"Good to know," Oliver responded with a satisfied smirk, affectionately flicking Natalie's nose. "So, how does Mrs. Windsor plan on making it up to me?"
"Make it up to you?" Natalie's incredulous eyes widened.
How had it turned into her needing to comfort him?
With a sigh, Natalie resigned herself to Oliver's roguish charm, her resistance melting into indulgence.
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