Chapter 74 You Bastard, Oliver!

Oliver didn't use hot water to shower.

As cold water poured down from the shower top, his out-of-control emotions gradually calmed down.

Oliver didn't know if he was angry at Natalie for not taking him seriously or angry at himself for losing control over this woman.

He hated himself for losing control so much!

After taking a bath, he came out wearing a robe.

Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, his footsteps halted and he squinted.

The bed was empty.

Oliver stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. Smoke rings emanated from his sensual lips and his incredibly handsome face appeared somewhat unreal in the hazy mist.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just then, Oliver heard three urgent knocks on the door. The sound wasn't soft, but it quickly faded, as if someone was running away from the other end of the door.

Oliver opened the door.

On the carpet outside, there was a mahogany tray with a porcelain bowl of soup. The bowl contained a steaming golden bro