You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 410

Patricia had to admit, Sara made sense. All that overthinking she’d been doing—just like that, it melted away and things finally felt clear.

She grabbed her coffee and headed for the sunroom, with Sara trailing behind, waving a bag of wasabi Lay’s in the air. Only Sara would pick a flavor like that. Her snack choices were just as quirky as her personality.

Oliver never touched junk food, but he didn’t mind if Sara kept her stash around—as long as she didn’t sit right next to him, munching away like a little mouse.

It was a rainy weekend in Riverdale, the kind that made you want to stay in. With everyone home, the house felt cozy and full.

Bored, Sara polished off her chips and dragged Patricia downstairs to the media room. She put on some Chinese animated movie, and they both disappeared for a whole hour. Marian came knocking a few times to call them for lunch, but it was no use. Patricia had only just eaten breakfast, and with all the snacking, Sara wasn’t hungry at all.

It was close to noon when Roger and Colton noticed Oliver’s patience running thin. They shot Sara a message, giving her the hint.

Roger: “You don’t have to eat, but at least bring Aunt Patricia upstairs.”

That finally got Sara’s attention. She paused the movie and tugged Patricia up from the couch. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Patricia protested.

Sara rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter. If Uncle Oliver gets annoyed, he’ll come after me.”

As soon as they opened the door, there was Oliver, standing in grey loungewear with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his face. His glare said everything.

Patricia spoke up first. “I’m really not hungry.”

“Eat something anyway,” Oliver replied, stone-faced.

“If I eat too much, I’ll feel sick,” she tried.

Oliver didn’t budge. So Patricia stepped up, wrapped her arms around his waist, and gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. “Can I eat later? Please?”

“It’s fine, talk to me,” Patricia said, adjusting her pillow and getting comfortable.

Oliver reached over and drew her closer, tucking her against his chest. That’s when Patricia remembered her sore back.

Chelsea was still rambling on, so Patricia put her on speaker and set the phone aside, reaching for Oliver’s tie and looping it around his neck.

“So? Is that good for you?” Chelsea’s voice chimed in.

“Yeah, sure!” Patricia replied, even though she’d barely caught what Chelsea said. Whenever Chelsea wanted to hang out, it was always the same—shopping, food, and a little pampering to recover from work.

“Can you pick me up?” Chelsea asked.

“Nine work for you?” Patricia replied.