Chapter 939 May Your Brows Be as They Were, and Time Be As It Was
The next day was Natalie's final show.
Natalie was the opening model for a top private designer's personal show.
The theme was Marriage.
The entire show featured twenty-three wedding dresses, primarily calssic-style, incorporating floral elements from various countries.
The show was set in a castle, with the audience seated in the courtyard outside the castle's main entrance. Models walked out of the grand and solemn castle, lifting their gowns and stepping down the ancient stone steps in high heels.
The venue was surrounded by beautiful flowers, mainly roses, with other floral elements and vines complementing them, showcasing the most primitive form of romance.
As the opening model, Natalie wore a white wedding gown adorned with roses. Her skin was as fair as snow, and rose petals spread from her off-the-shoulder neckline and sleeves, cascading down from her waist in a harmonious arrangement. Paired with a ruby crown, she looked holy.
To highlight the noble theme of the wedding dresses, each model was accompanied by a male model in a tailcoat while descending the stairs.
Natalie, wearing white gloves, was momentarily stunned when her fingers touched the male model's hand.
There was a familiar feeling. Oliver's face flashed in Natalie's mind, but Oliver wouldn't come to the runway as a model.
The man beside her exuded the same feeling and aura as Oliver, who had shared her bed night after night, holding her tightly and whispering "Natalie" when their emotions ran deep.
Natalie was so shocked by this realization and she almost twisted her ankle. Fortunately, her strong professional skills made her appear flawless on the outside.
At that moment, on the runway, countless eyes and cameras were on Natalie. She couldn't afford to make any wrong moves.
Natalie walked to the rhythm of the music, hearing whispers from the audience:
"Who is that guy?"
"A new model with such great conditions, was just regarded as a background."
"His aura is amazing! He looks like a prince!"
"Find out who he works with."
To ensure that male models did not overshadow the female models at the wedding dress show, they all wore masks and identical tailcoats. At the end of the runway, they struck a pose.
As she turned, Natalie caught a glimpse of Oliver's left hand, wearing a men's wedding ring on his ring finger.
Oliver seemed to know that Natalie had guessed his identity. Natalie could clearly feel a hint of joy of the man beside her.
The audience's whispers had transitioned from speculating about the identity of the exceptionally charismatic male model to admiring Natalie's professional skills.
"Natalie looks stunning! Lisa was just telling me that she couldn't find the right model for this piece. Natalie is the perfect embodiment!"
"This wedding dress and Natalie's look will definitely become a classic in recent years!"
"I'm falling in love with Natalie. She's so beautiful!"
"You probably want to get beaten up by Oliver. Natalie is Oliver's wife."
"I bet Natalie will be on the top list of the most valuable supermodels this year."
"Of course. Natalie is practically a legend in the fashion world in recent years!"
As soon as she stepped off the runway, Natalie turned to Oliver.
Oliver elegantly removed his mask, unveiling his strikingly handsome face. His expression was serious, yet his eyes held a hint of warmth as they gazed at Natalie, like ice melting in spring.
"Why is it you?" Natalie was both surprised and delighted.
The hand that had been lightly resting on Oliver's fingers was now tightly held by him.
The waiting models and backstage staff looked at Oliver with either confusion or shock, their eyes filled with amazement and envy.
"Who is that handsome guy?" someone quietly asked the person next to them.
An insider answered, "Natalie's husband, a big shot."
"Is he that affectionate?"
"This is nothing. There's more to come."
Their tones and gazes were filled with envy.
What they envied wasn't that the other person was a big shot, but that a big shot could go to such lengths for Natalie.
Oliver tilted his head slightly, as if to say, "What else did you expect?"
"Natalie, do you truly believe I would permit my wife to wear a wedding dress and hold another man's hand?"
Natalie wasn't surprised at all by Oliver's behavior and words. This was just Oliver's style actually.
However, Natalie couldn't help but laugh, "Oliver, I am working."
Oliver was very self-righteous, "Only I can do it."
Natalie had nothing to say.
In the world of capital, Oliver could effortlessly replace a male model to ensure that his wife didn't have to share the spotlight with another man in a wedding dress.
In fact, if Oliver desired, he could be the male model for every dual-model event Natalie took part in. Beyond his status, just Oliver's appearance, physique, and presence could easily catapult him to the top of the male modeling world.
News and photos of Oliver assisting Natalie down the runway in her wedding dress spread rapidly across various circles. Despite wearing a mask, sharp-eyed netizens were able to identify Oliver by the wedding ring on his left ring finger and his distinctive tie, which he had worn on several public occasions. By comparing Oliver's previous public appearances, it was clear that it was indeed Oliver from the Rising King Group who personally escorted Natalie down the stairs.
People were already used to see Oliver and Natalie showing their affection together happily.
The show was held in Forinland.
It was an evening show. After it ended, Natalie and Oliver went out low-key, casually strolling through the streets of Forinland.
Natalie gestured towards a building across a small river, "Do you see that building? It used to be a private hospital. When I was an exchange student here, I worked there.”
Oliver responded, remembering everything Natalie had told him.
Natalie pointed to a building across a small river, "Do you see that building? It used to be a private hospital. When I was an exchange student here, I worked there."
Oliver squinted his eyes. Oliver naturally knew that place used to be a private hospital.
Because Oliver was treated there after a car accident.
Later, the hospital upgraded and moved to a park area in the west of the city.
"Child labor?" Oliver raised an eyebrow. This was strictly illegal abroad.
Natalie wanted to retort, "No, it wasn't," but she had indeed been an underage child laborer at the time.
Natalie glared at Oliver, who lacked romance, and explained, "It was just a part-time job! I was simply looking after a sick individual. They probably assumed I was close in age to the patient, and the pay was quite generous.
Oliver caught the key point, "Man or woman?"
"Man." Natalie was left speechless. Aware that her husband was extremely jealous, she hurriedly clarified, "He was a few years older than me. His eyes were bandaged due to an injury from a car accident. Despite his pain, he remained stoic and childlike. Oliver, please don't be jealous. I had no romantic feelings for him.”
Halfway through her explanation, Natalie noticed Oliver's expression had changed.
Oliver stared intently at Natalie, his eyes dark and deep, as if shrouded in ink, or brewing a storm.
"Oliver..."
Natalie was on the verge of asking what was amiss when he passionately kissed her, conveying a mix of complex and overwhelming emotions. As the final ray of sunset descended over the coast, the city lights flickered to life, creating an enchanting night. The incredibly handsome Oliver embraced Natalie tightly in his arms.
Natalie could hear Oliver's heart beating rapidly and intensely.
She heard Oliver say, "Baby, it was you."
Oliver thought, ‘It was all my fault. I'm sorry, baby!’
Oliver was willing to give Natalie a lifetime of favoritism and generosity.
When your eyes are as they were, and time remains the same.
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