Chapter 898 Wandering Eyes
It was already early morning.
Sadie thought Anthony hadn't rested yet. After a while, Anthony came to knock on her door.
"Mr. Clark."
"Sadie, could you help Jane with her wound?" After Anthony finished speaking, he added, "Change the ice pack in the bag into a silk or satin scarf. Be gentle, she's delicate and afraid of pain. There's also a wound on her back. Please handle it carefully."
Sadie nodded, "Mr. Clark, you can rest assured. I am very good at taking care of people."
"Check if there's any scar removal cream at home.If there isn't, buy some." Jane was very particular about her appearance, not wanting any scars on her face or even on her back .
Anthony couldn't quite understand Jane's obsession with beauty. Nevertheless, he could support her.
"Alright." Sadie noted down. "Then, Mr. Clark, Ms. Watkins' room..."
Anthony was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. It was Clint.
Anthony gestured to Sadie to wait as he answered the call, "Did you find out?"
It was more efficient than Anthony had imagined.
"Not yet." Clint's tone was serious. "There was a break-in at the apartment where Ms. Watkins used to live. Ms. Watkins hired a cleaner to tidy up the room and cover the furniture with dust covers. The cleaner had something to do during the day, so he went in the evening and ended up getting injured by the intruder."
"How is the person?" Anthony furrowed instantly with grim expression.
"He was stabbed several times, currently in ICU with not optimistic condition."
"Accidental or intentional?"
"Intentional. The intruder was already a wanted criminal. After interrogation, he claimed that someone contacted him, gave him Ms. Watkins' address, and asked him to go in and kill the person inside, promising to help him smuggle across the borders."
If Jane hadn't been away this time, the injured person would have been her.
Or rather, the intruder might have mistaken the cleaner for the owner of the apartment, the person he was supposed to kill according to the contact.
Sadie was startled, feeling the sudden tension in the air, like there was an impending storm.
"And the mastermind behind this?" Anthony asked with icy face.
"Difficult to trace."
If Clint couldn't find out, it meant it would be nearly impossible to do so in the near future.
"Keep this from Jane now. You handle it." After ending the call, Anthony told Sadie, "Don't change her room, keep an eye on her. You understand what I mean, right?"
"Mr. Clark, rest assured. I understand."
It meant that outwardly, she was still Ann's person, but she needed to secretly take care of Jane, becoming Anthony's informant.
Sadie was puzzled, thinking, 'Since Mr. Clark cares so much for Ms. Watkins, shouldn't he just let her leave the here directly?
'Entering this mansion is an insult to her.'
However, She wouldn't ask too many questions at such times and she didn't have the right to meddle in Anthony's affairs.
"She shouldn't know you are on my side."
"I understand."
With two major events in a row, Anthony grabbed his coat and hurried out.
If it weren't for the news from Jane's apartment, Anthony would have sent Jane away by tomorrow morning. But now the situation had changed, and compared to elsewhere, their house was the safer place.
At least in here, he could keep Jane under his watchful eye.
The sound of knocking on the door rang out.
"Ms. Watkins."
Having been intruded upon by Anthony twice in a row, Jane wasn't annoyed by the interruption. Not only was she not annoyed, she even found the other party quite polite.
"Come in." Jane recognized Sadie's voice, her back hurting too much to move. So she just lay on the bed and let the person in.
After all, under this roof, she had no right to say no.
"Ms. Watkins, sorry to disturb your rest. I'm here to take care of your wound." Sadie entered with a mahogany tray, the ice pack on the tray was easily recognizable.
Jane hesitated before saying,"Thank you."
Sadie first applied ice to her face,with movements which were much gentler than Anthony's.
"Ms. Watkins, please lie down. I'll apply medicine to your back wound."
As she spoke, Sadie changed the tray to the right side with medicine and medical cotton swabs.
Jane looked at her strangely, asking, "How did you know I had a wound on my back?"
"I saw you bump into the door frame during the day."
Sadie observed Jane discreetly, noticing that her tense nerves seemed to relax.
Sadie thought, 'She is indeed a stubborn and proud young girl. If she knew I'm acting on Mr. Clark's instructions, she probably wouldn't accept this care.
'Indeed, a girl as proud as Jane, with her innate dignity, would never willingly accept such care.'
"Thank you, Sadie."
Sadie didn't exchange pleasantries with Jane, as she was already on Anthony's side, a secret she couldn't let anyone else know except Anthony .
Presenting herself as a "neutral" figure to Jane was appropriate. She would be loyal to Ann but showing and providing Jane with the necessary care.
"Sadie, where is Anthony?" The soundproofing in this small room was poor, with no separation from the larger living room, small living room, and dining room outside.
She hadn't heard Anthony's voice all this time.
"Mr. Clark has gone out," Sadie replied matter-of-factly.
Jane's grasp on the blanket suddenly tightened.
She thought, 'He probably went to the hospital to be with Aurora.'
Sadie thought Jane was in pain, so she handled the medication even more gently.
In Paykston, Natalie began to resume work.
As the year-end approached, there weren't many major shows left. She mainly focused on interviews and training for the upcoming Spring Fashion Week next year along with some brand events.
Upon Natalie's return, invitations from various brands poured in.
There were too many invitations. So Emily made selections. In the end, a dozen or so brand and studio events made it to Natalie's hands.
There was also a top luxury endorsement shoot, which Natalie had negotiated during her pregnancy, and the other party was willing to wait for her.
The studio staff assumed that there would be some obstacles when Natalie returned after giving birth, but her return went exceptionally smoothly.
The endorsement shoots for advertisements and posters went very smoothly, quickly spreading the news in the industry that Natalie had taken a year off but hadn't lost an ounce of her professional abilities.
As the year drew to a close, Oliver's schedule became busier, with constant invitations and requests.
In the past, he would often have Jamie deliver gifts on his behalf and rarely attend events. He only attended at a few world-class elite family gatherings.
But this year, Oliver's attendance rate had noticeably increased.
He didn't care if others saw him as arrogant, but he couldn't let them say, "Natalie's husband is an arrogant man."
"Mr. Windsor, why didn't you bring Mrs. Windsor with you?" At the banquet, someone noticed Oliver didn't have a female companion and was only accompanied by Jamie.
"She's resting at home."
Everyone noticed that whenever Natalie was mentioned, Oliver's eyes would involuntarily light up.
The person speaking had his wife on his arm and smiled, "My wife has always admired Mrs. Windsor, but we never had the chance to meet her. I had thought this might be the opportunity."
Oliver smiled but didn't engage in conversation.
Everyone present understood that those genuinely seeking friendship with Natalie were few. Most of people were just aware of Natalie's place in his heart, no longer harboring illusions of sending women for him, but seeking to please Natalie and gain benefits from him.
At the right moment, benefits were not out of the question.
However, Oliver didn't want to entangle Natalie in these conflicts of interest.
Natalie was intelligent and clear-sighted. Oliver feared that exposing her to these impure intentions would tarnish her eyes.
Indeed, Natalie didn't enjoy attending such social events.
Lilian secretly asked Natalie, "Aren't you worried about my brother?"
Natalie's answer was unequivocal, "Not at all."
"Why?" Lilian tilted her head in confusion. "I've seen many wives who guard their husbands like they're guarding criminals, fearing they might cheat. Natalie, I'm not saying my brother might cheat, I'm just..."
"I understand."
If it was just about spousal trust, Lilian might not understand for now, as genuine trust in this society's marital relationships was rare, making this basic trust a precious commodity.
So, Natalie changed her approach.
"Do you think I'm popular?" Natalie asked Lilian.
Lilian quickly nodded.
"Exactly, Oliver is very popular, and so am I. If he ever wrongs me, I have a way out. Of course, I don't mean I would choose someone else. But rather, I deem I am capable and confident.
"Lilian, a woman's sense of security in relationships and marriage doesn't solely come from her partner but also from herself. Do you understand?"
"It sounds clear. But many wives and ladies can't compare to you, Natalie."
They were women dependent on their husbands, who could only consolidate their positions and prevent men from straying. Except that, they had no way to take.
Natalie thought for a moment and said, "Lilian, I heard your father attends banquets, but your mother often doesn't go with him."
"Yes, because my father listens to my mother! In our family, my mother is in charge!"
"You shouldn't speak ill of your parents like that."
Lilian couldn't quite grasp Natalie's high-minded thoughts, as she certainly didn't have her mother's ability to manage her husband or Natalie's wit and intelligence. So, how would she prevent Lucas from being seduced by those charming women outside?
Unable to understand, Lilian relayed Natalie's words to Oliver, attempting to inquire about Oliver's perspective as a man on the "ability to manage a husband."
However, Oliver's mind was filled with Natalie's words. "Oliver is very popular, and so am I. If he ever wrongs me, I have a way out."
In an instant, several male faces flashed through Oliver's mind.
"Mr. Windsor, what's wrong?" The secretary was reporting work when she suddenly noticed the Oliver's unusual expression.
"Conceal the dinner tonight "
"Understood." The secretary noted it down in her notebook and then asked, "Mr. Windsor, do you need to provide Mr. Lewis with a reason?"
If Oliver didn't, it was her job to come up with a suitable and dignified excuse for the last-minute cancellation.
"To prevent my wife from having wandering eyes."
The secretary was nearly stunned.
That reason was definitely off-limits.
"Mr. Windsor, you're overthinking it. Your relationship with Mrs. Windsor is so good,and your son is adorable and well-behaved. We can all see how much she loves you." The secretary immediately began to flatter.
Oliver asked, "What do you think of Natalie?"
"Mrs. Windsor is the most charming woman I've ever seen!"
Oliver's gaze turned slightly cold. He had heard that many women nowadays preferred women.
The secretary thought, 'Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine? I must not have said the wrong thing just now.'
Meanwhile, Natalie was still at the studio.
The studio had developed smoothly over the past year, with the new talents they had signed on showing promising progress. Emily had recently signed two new models who were very prospective.
Natalie remembered Oliver had a dinner appointment tonight, so she treated the studio staff to a meal.
As several young male models toasted her, the door to the private room suddenly opened.
As soon as Oliver entered, he saw two boys surrounding Natalie. His expression darkened instantly.
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