The Rolls-Royce continued driving with people bustling about on a typical workday. Lucas, naturally intelligent and with a photographic memory, quickly realized that they were heading towards the hospital. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the finest private hospital in Paykston. "Do you really want me to get checked?" Lucas looked at Oliver suspiciously, feeling that this guy had ulterior motives. "Get inside!" Oliver impatiently urged him. The hospital had made arrangements beforehand, and Rosy, a professor and specialist, personally received Lucas. After understanding Lucas' situation, Rosy arranged for colleagues specializing in leukemia to assist him. The test results indicated that Lucas was in good health and could stay at home for recovery, taking medication to control the condition while waiting for a suitable bone marrow match for a definitive cure. Lucas took a photo of the medical report and sent it to Natalie to ease her worries. However,
If he did care, there wouldn't be rumors over the years saying "Mr. Windsor is extremely hideous and won't live long.""Are you asking me to help you talk to Mr. Windsor again? I won't do it," Natalie said. "In fact, you haven't sincerely treated me as a daughter or Lucas as a son all these years. You have not fulfilled your father's duty, and you do not want to be our father, so what qualification do you have to expect us to fulfill our filial obligations?" "Natalie, we must repay our parents for raising us!""If such filial piety means using Lucas' life and body as a bargaining chip, I would rather be seen as heartless and unfilial. Unfortunately, you dare not spread the word about our disloyalty and unfilial behavior, as it would also bring disgrace upon your reputation. Many people initially thought we, siblings, were the children of the Watson family servants." Natalie said angrily.Sitting in the aerial garden on the second floor, Natalie basked in the warm autumn sunshine, lis
In the end, shame prevailed. Being able to resist wearing her usual conservative sleepwear was already quite difficult, so she put on a silk sundress. The watermelon-red sleep gown, worn against her naturally fair skin, became even more enticing.Oliver had a good sense of aesthetics, but he always felt that girls would like pink. Most of the clothes he chose for her were in shades of pink and red, mostly dresses.Natalie made all the preparations and sat on the bed, waiting for Oliver.Lately, he seemed unusually busy and hadn't returned to the room. Natalie waited and waited until she fell asleep, only to wake up at 2:18 in the morning.Oliver still hadn't returned.Natalie threw on a robe and went out. When she arrived at the study, the study doors were open, and it was pitch black inside with no one around.Oliver wasn't there.Did he go out?Natalie was puzzled. Just as she was about to go back to her room, she noticed a faint light coming from the kitchen downstairs, along with
Just a moment ago, when she hadn't been looking, he had actually taken a bottle of whisky was blown directly into the mouth, and half of it had already been drunk.Drinking alcohol hastily is the most taboo, as it easily leads to getting drunk, especially with such a strong liquor like whisky!Natalie walked over and snatched it away, slamming it on the marble kitchen counter. She had a stern face and said, "Oliver, don't you know that you have a weak stomach? You drank liquor on an empty stomach after everything in your stomach had been digested in the middle of the night. Do you want to end up in the hospital again?"Oliver half turned his body and made a sound of disdain, ignoring Natalie's words. Instead, he waited for the steak in the pan to burn, his cold voice carrying a touch of rare coquetry. "I refuse to believe I can't learn how to make this...thing."Why did Natalie feel that during Oliver's pause, he wanted to say "garbage"?"You are so picky with your palate that you wou
No girlfriend meant no experience to discuss.Lucas gritted his teeth in anger and glanced at Oliver's pants again. "Oliver, don't think I don't know what you're going upstairs to do!""What? Can't I do anything to my legal wife?" Oliver reached out and touched Lucas's bald head. "If you don't sleep tonight, you'll be a dwarf in the future.""You're the... dwarf!" Lucas felt deflated. Oliver, at 1.9 meters tall, was anything but short.Oliver thought Natalie would hide under the covers pretending to sleep.To his surprise, this usually shy woman was indeed lying under the covers, but her dark, shiny eyes were exposed as she turned to look at him.Natalie's eyes were always beautiful, clear as water and bright as stars.Oliver wasn't really angry, so he went over following his heart.Natalie looked at him with her eyes wide open. "You finished so quickly?""No, I didn't finish." After Oliver finished speaking, he grabbed Natalie's hand and pulled her over.In this Gothic-style decorat
Natalie started preparing lunch. The kitchen had already been cleaned up by the servants, and what happened here last night felt like a dream. Natalie couldn't help feeling a mix of laughter and tears, along with embarrassment.The laughter and tears came from the fact that the distinguished man who couldn't tell the difference between plain flour and cornstarch was learning to cook in the middle of the night, wanting to make a meal for her. And the reason behind this "whim" was probably due to Lucas' provocation.The embarrassment came from the fact that this solemn place experienced something extremely improper just a little over ten hours ago.Natalie pursed her lips and quickly made two Bocadillo de Tortilla sandwiches to serve as this slightly delayed lunch.Oliver didn't mind at all and enjoyed the sandwiches, occasionally stealing glances at Natalie."Let's eat! Stop looking at me," Natalie always felt like he was teasing her for her boldness last night.Oliver wasn't thinking
"Miss Watson, Mr. Windsor, please have a seat. Let's discuss the details," Emily Reed, the short-haired woman, gestured with a welcoming hand. Emily Reed, a top agent in the fashion industry a year ago, had represented many rich second generation of stars who wanted to enter the entertainment industry failed to become models under Emily's guidance. Why mention a year ago? Because in the past year, Emily inexplicably left the industry and vanished. At that time, there were rumors that she offended someone, while others said she married into a wealthy family. Speculations were abound. After Natalie thanked her, she sat down on the sofa. Oliver quickly looked around, crossing his legs and sitting beside Natalie with his back against the sofa and hands casually clasped in front of him. Whether it was his posture or gaze, it exuded a relaxed and noble air, like the boss inspecting his own company. The three employees from HHY Company couldn't help but glance at Oliver. Natalie discre
Emily walked over, extended her right hand, and smiled lightly, "Miss Watson, would you like to work with me?""Of course!" Natalie was overjoyed.Finding someone in the fashion industry who could understand and agree with her decision to put aside the competition for her younger brother was rare. Finding such an agent with aligned values was incredibly hard.The next hour was spent discussing the specifics of the contract.HHY's lawyer handed over two copies of the contract.Oliver quickly skimmed through it, going through the dozens of pages in less than a minute."Five points," he said, placing his fingertip on the contract cover, his tone as defiant as ever. "First, no involvement in scandalous stories; second, no shady dealings; third, apart from modeling-related work, she has absolute freedom; fourth, Natalie has the absolute right to choose her jobs; fifth, to be determined."Demanding this much was one thing, but still keeping the fifth point undecided? That was too much!HHY'