You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 215

Clothes hit the floor one by one before Patricia even realized what was happening. She always seemed to let things happen, letting him take whatever he wanted without ever putting up a fight.

The next morning, Patricia woke up sore all over. She reached out, but the other side of the bed was already empty. Stretching, she slipped into fresh clothes and headed downstairs.

Marian met her on the way, carrying a bowl of bird’s nest soup. “It’s the weekend. Are you going into the office?”

Patricia shook her head. “Not today.”

Marian’s eyes brightened. “Perfect. We should go visit your parents’ graves. You’ve been back for a while, but we haven’t gone yet.”

Patricia paused, spoon hovering over the soup. She’d almost forgotten how long it had been. “Yeah, let’s go together.”

“Do we have everything ready?”

“We can pull it together now. It won’t take long.”

By nine-thirty, Jackson was driving Patricia and Marian out to the cemetery. Three years ago, Patricia had her parents’ graves moved to keep the Newton family at bay. When they arrived, Jackson couldn’t help but be impressed by her foresight all over again.

Unbelievable. She was just unbelievable.

Aiden followed Jackson, watching him shake his head in disbelief. He let out a short laugh. “You good?”

“You don’t get it,” Jackson said, slinging an arm around Aiden’s shoulders. He gave him the rundown of what happened three years ago.

By the end, Aiden was left speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but words just wouldn’t come. Who moves graves just to win a fight? No wonder Jackson respected her so much.

It even reached the hotel suite, where someone was still fast asleep.

Theo had been in a bad mood the night before, so he’d called some friends and gone out drinking. After dinner, they moved to a club and kept going until nearly sunrise. He ended up getting a room at the club and crashing there—just planning to sleep it off.

But trouble always found him.

Joseph woke to frantic pounding at the door. Still wrapped in a blanket and barely conscious, he watched as police burst in. A girl, wrapped in a towel, ran to the officers, crying her eyes out. “He raped me!”

Joseph just stared, speechless.

At the station, faced with a barrage of questions, Joseph could only sigh. “I was so drunk I could barely stand. How could I have raped anyone?”