You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 180

Patricia hesitated. “I don’t know if calling him will actually make him show up.”

Sara grinned. “Then go straight to his office. Showing up in person works just as well.”

Patricia sighed. “I’ll try.”

“Try what?” Oliver asked, handing his suit jacket to Johns as he buttoned his cuffs and made his way to the table.

The second Sara saw Oliver, she straightened up like an obedient puppy. Roger and Colton were even more on their best behavior. According to them, when Sara messed up, she might get scolded or have to kneel as punishment. But if it was them, they’d get kicked out—literally, from the living room all the way outside. No mercy.

Patricia and Oliver had their own unspoken rules. She didn’t beat around the bush. “I want to go to a concert.”

Sara, caught off guard, started sweating. Aunt Patricia was fearless—way too bold, actually. Who admits they’re fangirling over a celebrity right in front of their husband? Uncle Oliver’s jealousy was legendary.

“Whose concert?” Oliver paused, fork and knife in hand.

“Evan Young,” Patricia answered, naming the hottest star at the moment.

Oliver gave her a look as deep and unreadable as ever. “You like him that much?”

“If you’re such a fan, should I just invite him over for a private show?” he teased.

Patricia quickly shook her head. “I just want to feel the live atmosphere.”

Sara jumped in to help. “Uncle Oliver, everyone our age goes to concerts. If you’re too strict, you’ll end up without a wife!”

Oliver sometimes suspected Sara was the one planting these ideas in Patricia’s head, but he knew this wasn’t the time to argue.

“What time does it start and end?”

“Seven thirty to ten thirty.”

“Be home early.”

Aiden pointed downstairs. “Mrs. Newton is waiting for you outside. She came to pick you up.”

Oliver blinked in surprise. He wrapped up work and rushed downstairs.

As soon as he got in the car, he saw Patricia watching him with hopeful eyes.

“I didn’t go to the concert.”

Patricia’s voice was soft and gentle. “You looked upset, so I didn’t go. I sent Sara instead and told her to take lots of videos for me.”

She tugged at his sleeve, her voice sweet and pleading. “Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Oliver’s breath hitched. He let out a long sigh and pulled Patricia onto his lap, arms tight around her waist. “You’re going to drive me crazy, you know that?”

Patricia squeaked, cheeks turning pink. “Not in the car…”