You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 221

How could a bodyguard have that kind of presence?

He looked like he belonged in a boardroom, not standing guard. Refined and elegant, almost like he was born into money. That white shirt fit him perfectly—no way was it off the rack. It had to be custom-made, the kind of shirt you only get if you know someone or have a lot to spend.

But Patricia? No matter how much she had, she wouldn’t blow money on bespoke shirts for her bodyguard.

“Why not?” someone shot back. “He’s got the looks, the height, the whole vibe. You can tell he’s ex-military—he just stands out. Half the girls in our group have been obsessed with him at some point.”

Patricia’s bodyguard had always been the hot topic. He was exactly what every girl dreamed about.

That face—honestly, he put most celebrities to shame.

He could have started a modeling career overnight if he wanted. Someone even tried to set him up with their daughter, hoping he’d become the perfect son-in-law.

Jackson just laughed and said, “You want me to serve you? Keep dreaming.”

“I’m serious,” Wendy insisted.

“So who do you think he is, then?”

That question caught her off guard. If only she really knew.

“If you’ve got time to gossip about Patricia, maybe check in on Ruby instead. She left her company gig to be a streamer. Isn’t that just crazy?”

“There are better ways to get famous,” someone added.

No one could figure Ruby out. The move just didn’t make sense. No sane person would walk away from an opportunity like that.

Every girl from a wealthy family knew exactly what it meant to get real power in the company, especially in a world where men always came first. No one would give that up without a fight.

But Ruby did. She was the exception.

Wendy, meanwhile, wasn’t even listening. Her eyes stayed glued to where the black SUV had disappeared into the night.

The white headlights mixed with the warm streetlights, weaving together like fate and trouble, tangled so tight they couldn’t be pulled apart.

Inside the car, Patricia shifted as his hand pressed into her waist.

She let out a soft, helpless sound.

The tension only faded once the car turned into Cloud Peak.

“Enough,” she whispered, barely catching her breath.

Oliver Padilla’s hand moved gently along her lower back, his voice teasing. “What happened to my fierce little tigress?”

Oliver pressed up against her, his body radiating heat.

“You’re so hot,” she complained.

“Men run warmer,” he said, like it was a scientific fact.

Patricia rolled her eyes. This was not what she meant.

“I mean, can you not cling to me? The bed’s huge.”

He smirked. “Alright. I’ll have them swap it for a smaller one tomorrow.”

She stared at him. Was he for real?

“If you keep this up, I’ll never get any sleep.”

“Then let’s just turn down the AC,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Mr. Padilla—” she started, trying to sound stern, but his hand tightened around her waist, making her gasp.

She quickly corrected herself. “Oliver!”