Chapter 683 Mrs. Windsor's Punishment
Natalie could have never imagined that an impromptu date would unravel because of the last mask! She wanted to explode on the spot out of embarrassment. Natalie frantically ran her fingers through her hair in distress.
Over the years, she had become adept at handling such media frenzies—silence was the best response, especially in her current situation.
Countless notifications with Natalie's handlers and numerous entertainment journalists tried every means to contact her, but all attempts ended in vain.
Online friends and reporters, seeing Natalie’s lack of response, turned their attention to her agent, Emily Reed. Emily Reed, with her resolute composure, wouldn’t let out a peep unless she chose to, no one would be able to coax her into revealing anything.
Oliver came back from work, and both decided not to bring up the recent events, opting to let things unfold on their own.
“The court is setting a date for the hearing.” Natalie, with her pajamas in hand, headed toward the bathroom and suddenly remembered she had forgotten to tell Oliver about it.
“Hmm?” Oliver looked up.
“Susan,” Natalie reminded him.
“Oh,” Oliver acknowledged and turned back to his paperwork. After a couple of seconds, noticing Natalie was still at the bathroom door, he looked up again; “Do you want me to help you shower?”
Natalie was puzzled, giving him a look. “Of course not! I just wanted to see your reaction, and… I realized you don’t seem to have one.”
“What kind of reaction do you think I should have?” Oliver asked, putting aside his paperwork and lounging casually as he watched Natalie as if insisting that she should clearly explain her thoughts.
“How would I know…” Natalie murmured under her breath, her eyes darting away guiltily.
When she looked back at Oliver, who was still giving her that probing look, she relented after a while. “It was just a subconscious thought that you might feel differently about Susan … I didn’t mean it, it’s just that you used to be so nice to her.”
“You know it’s because I was blind then,” Oliver bluntly criticized his past mistakes, a fact Natalie was quite aware of.
Her misdirected jealousy made Natalie feel even more self-conscious and flustered, “Then… I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be more careful from now on.”
Oliver continued expressionlessly, “If apologies worked, what would be the point of the law?”
“…So, what do you want then?”
Rising to his feet and walking over to Natalie with a casual grace, Oliver stopped in front of her, suddenly lifting her chin with a raised eyebrow, “As an apology, how about you give your husband a bath?”
“Didn’t you already shower?” Natalie pointed out, looking at his loosely fitted bathrobe and his still-damp hair.
Oliver had a habit of showering as soon as he got home, feeling the need to wash off the day's smells—like the lingering odor of smoke from other executives in meetings, the perfume of female employees he passed in the corridors, or the mixed aromas of tea, coffee, and snacks from the break room.
Oliver glanced down at his bathrobe subconsciously and, caught off-guard, swept Natalie up into a bridal carry. Hearing her light exclaim, "Ah—", he strode toward the bathroom with her in his arms.
"Then your husband will wash you," he declared.
Natalie, nestled in his embrace, shook her head vigorously, "No need, no need! I can do it myself!"
She didn't trust that he'd simply bathe her. Every time he was in the bathroom, he seemed to take extra pleasure in it, and was rather mischievous!
With a solid "thud," Oliver kicked the bathroom door shut with the back of his foot and then placed Natalie on the marble vanity in front of the large mirror.
His deep-set eyes, dark as ink, held the predatory gaze of a beast ready to pounce, and his prey was none other than the woman before him.
As he leisurely undid the buttons of Natalie's clothing, he chuckled, "Since Mrs. Windsor cannot bathe me, then this is Mrs. Windsor's punishment."
"Wait, wait!" Natalie attempted to struggle, "I have something to tell you, don't—don't do this."
Oliver was in a good mood and paused his movements, resting his hands on either side of Natalie's body to prevent her escape.
"Are you going to the court hearing?" she asked.
Oliver was indifferent about attending, but he mused, "If I go, in what role?"
Surely not as her ex-husband?
"Uh..." Natalie was at a loss for words. Indeed, he couldn't go as her ex-husband, but what are the other roles that would be suitable?
By now, the internet was abuzz, knowing she had a husband, and everyone was guessing who it might be. Not many could have guessed that it was Oliver. Several speculated that her husband was likely a foreigner. Oliver inherited his Western build and height from his mother's side of the family, after all.
If Oliver appeared in court, would that not confirm the speculation that he was indeed Mr. Windsor?
At that moment, Natalie had completely forgotten that Mr. Windsor didn't need a reason to go anywhere or do anything, including appearing in court or not.
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