You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 411

They chatted for a few minutes, then hung up.

Oliver sat at the edge of the bed, looking completely at ease as he waited for her.

“So, where do you guys usually meet up?” he asked.

“There’s a spot not far from your office,” Patricia mumbled.

“For your beauty appointments too?”

“Yeah, that one’s close by too.” Patricia nodded, her head still fuzzy from lack of sleep. She lazily grabbed at the hem of his shirt, cuddling up to him like she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

The way she leaned on him made Oliver’s heart melt.

He carefully wrapped his arms around her, making sure not to touch the healing wound on her back.

“How about this—Jackson can pick Chelsea up first, and I’ll drive you over to meet her. Sound good?”

“That way you can sleep a little longer,” he added.

Patricia hadn’t slept well at all last night, and Oliver could tell. She was used to lying on her back, but the injury forced her to sleep differently, and changing habits is never easy. She’d spent the whole night tossing and turning, struggling to get comfortable.

“Did I keep you up last night?” Patricia looked up at him, a little embarrassed.

Oliver’s eyes softened as he looked at her sleepy, makeup-free face. Her hair was a messy halo around her head, making her look like a cute, rumpled kitten. He couldn’t help himself—he leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek.

His voice was warm. “No, you didn’t.”

Patricia just hummed in response and burrowed back into his arms.

By nine-thirty, Oliver had driven her to the mall parking lot, taking the long way so she wouldn’t have to hurry.

He waited until Chelsea showed up before leaving.

“Lunch together?” he suggested.

Patricia shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

She didn’t even have to explain—Chelsea definitely wouldn’t want him tagging along for lunch.

Oliver understood, nodding. “Alright.”

The woman nodded. “Yep.”

Chelsea glanced over at Patricia, who was sitting by the door, and said thoughtfully, “Well, that’s a funny coincidence.”

The aesthetician looked surprised. “You know her?”

“Oh, her?” Chelsea drew out the words, a teasing lilt in her voice. “She’s my sister’s coworker.”

Coworker—as in, they’d both conquered the same man.

And by “conquered,” she definitely meant with pure firepower.

Last night, a group of chatty older ladies had kept Chelsea awake on the train, so she’d scrolled through her phone and stumbled across a piece of gossip: Amy and Theo were rumored to be together, but apparently couldn’t stand each other behind the scenes.

Patricia shot Chelsea a glare, telling her to shut up.

Once the skin consult was over, Chelsea went in for her treatment, while Patricia headed to the lounge.

This spa was miles above any regular clinic. Patricia had barely sat down before a staff member came over with a drink menu, asking what she’d like.