Chapter 799 A Gift for You, My Childish Husband
Mr. Windsor Oliver concluded his speech and appeared indifferent to the disruption it caused at the banquet. He left nonchalantly with Natalie.
The last thing Natalie heard was Isaiah saying angrily, "To think all of you are causing so much trouble behind my back!"
Earlier, Isaiah had been cooperating with Oliver, but now his anger was genuine. He had always known that some people harbored impure motives, yet he did not expect them to be so boldly disrespectful in his presence.
"Isaiah, you misunderstand us!" someone said in a rush.
"I don't want to listen!" Isaiah retorted sharply, "Alright, today's banquet ends here. Liam, escort the guests out!"
"What?"
"It's ending? Didn't the banquet just start?"
Some guests were eager to use the family banquet as an opportunity to strengthen their ties with Isaiah and perhaps, gain some favors. They were puzzled and disappointed, as the banquet had barely begun.
However, Isaiah was no longer concerned about their desires.
"Today's banquet was meant to celebrate my nephew, Oliver, and his wife. The main guests have been driven away by your actions. Liam, please escort everyone out immediately!" Isaiah's annoyance was evident as he could barely stand to look at the guests any longer.
Indeed, Isaiah had not lied. The event was specifically organized for Oliver and Natalie. With the purpose of the gathering fulfilled, Isaiah saw no reason to prolong the stay of the unwelcome guests. His frustration grew every time he looked at them.
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Meanwhile, a car was ready to whisk Natalie and Oliver away.
Liam, ever the professional, handled his duties impeccably.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Natalie asked, looking back toward the castle.
Oliver's earlier behavior had certainly stirred up tensions within the already complex dynamics of the Norton family.
"What?" Oliver responded, caressing Natalie’s hand before wrapping his arm around her waist, subtly noting the changes in her abdomen.
"Your actions earlier were a complete insult to them," she said. Her words were rather mild. To be blunt, his actions were both humiliating and provocative.
"The Norton family, except for Isaiah and his family, means nothing to me," Oliver replied dismissively, eyes closed, "Don't worry, Isaiah is thankful that I exposed those people's true intentions."
Many had exploited the Norton surname, living off the family's wealth without contributing anything of value. Isaiah, as the head of the family, tolerated a lot but drew the line at allowing such individuals to both squander his wealth and interfere with his family's well-being.
The engagement between Lilian and Morris was also entangled with these schemers. Isaiah had harbored resentment toward them for a long time, particularly because of their impact on his daughter. Today, their attempt to ruin Oliver's marriage only added fuel to the fire, giving Oliver the chance to support Isaiah in addressing both past grievances and current challenges.
Since Oliver seemed reassured, Natalie no longer worried about the matter. After all, she had no say in the matters of the Norton family.
"By the way, Isaiah and Maddison asked about Lucas and Lilian," she mentioned casually.
Oliver merely grunted in response, showing little interest.
"Don't you have anything else to say?" Natalie prodded, curious if he was not interested in what Isaiah and Maddison had asked.
"I do," Oliver replied.
Natalie waited, but Oliver fell silent, his expression darkening as if he was wrestling with some internal conflict.
"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled by his change in demeanor.
Expressionless, Oliver inquired, "What gift did you give to Isaiah and Maddison?"
"A pair of mugs," Natalie answered, remembering the odd exchange she had overheard and the odd laughter it had provoked from Isaiah and Maddison. She studied Oliver carefully, trying to gauge his reaction.
The longer she looked, the more she felt an urge to laugh.
"Oliver, you can't possibly be upset over those mugs, can you?"
"What did you say?" he responded, his expression still gloomy.
But from his reaction, Natalie could tell he was indeed upset about the mugs, even though he was reluctant to admit it.
"Why are you upset?" she asked, her voice playful and her head tilted in amusement.
"Stop looking at me like that, Natalie. Otherwise, I'll fuck you here. Believe it or not," Oliver said sharply, his tone tinged with irritation rather than jest.
Natalie noted inwardly, 'He’s clearly embarrassed by his overreaction.'
Oliver always kept his word. Natalie blushed slightly and quickly glanced at the driver, who pretended not to hear their conversation. She composed herself and asked seriously, "Then why are you upset?"
"Mrs. Windsor, I didn't know you were good at painting," Oliver said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I have so many talents, isn't it normal for you not to know all of them?" Natalie murmured under her breath, rolling her eyes discreetly.
Before she could finish her eye roll, Oliver's hand was at her neck, his grip firm as he demanded menacingly, "What did you say?"
Recognizing the need to defuse the situation, Natalie quickly feigned ignorance and smiled. "I have also given you gifts, remember?"
She counted off on her fingers as she said, "I usually bring you gifts when I travel."
"Are the things you buy from roadside stalls considered gifts?" Oliver challenged, clearly dissatisfied with what he considered to be the inferior quality of these 'gifts'. He squeezed Natalie's neck as a form of light reprimand, though not too harshly.
Her neck was slim and delicate, giving Oliver a fleeting, uncomfortable illusion of its fragility.
"Oliver, you're really underestimating the gifts," Natalie countered, her tone defiant. She made a point of shopping at well-known brand stores, whether it was for luxury items like those from LV, Gucci, and Balenciaga, or even ordinary snacks, like the ones she had bought while recording a show.
In Oliver's eyes, perhaps those snacks were not gifts since Casey also received them.
"Well, the mugs you gave Isaiah were hand-painted by you, whereas the ones you gave me were just random products from roadside stalls," Oliver stated, trying to assert his point with a tone suggesting that he was right and that she had to make it up to him.
However, his tone had softened subtly when he spoke.
Natalie wanted to laugh at the absurdity of making such a big deal over a simple gift, but she restrained herself. She thought to herself, 'It's just a gift, why make such a big deal out of it?'
After a brief pause, she suggested playfully, "So, Oliver, what would you like to do? Should I give you a mug that I personally painted?"
She was about to dismiss the idea as childish, but she caught Oliver nodding and instructing the driver to head to the pottery studio she had visited earlier that day.
"Oliver! That store is already closed!" Natalie reminded him, noting it was already 8 PM.
Things were different in Yuuis. Shops would still be open at this hour, and the nightlife had not even begun.
For Oliver, however, whether the store was closed or not was not an issue. He called Jamie, asking him to contact the owner of the pottery studio. His plan was to rent out the entire place, regardless of cost.
Natalie was left stunned by his actions.
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