You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 441

Patricia’s beauty was in a league of its own—dangerous, really.

That night at dinner, the conversation drifted, as it always did, to the latest gossip about the Newton family. It didn’t take long before Theo’s ex-wife came up. Everyone at the table just shook their heads, still amazed by how stunning she was, like she’d stepped straight out of a dream.

Then, as the wine flowed, someone started telling old stories. Hector leaned in, grinning, clearly enjoying every second of it.

“Did you know your wife dug up someone’s family grave? Howard’s real dad—who knows where she tossed him.” Hector’s voice was casual, but the words landed with a thud.

Oliver froze, hand halfway to his desk, eyes locked on Hector.

Hector just shrugged, all innocence. “See, I knew you didn’t know. That’s why I had to tell you. Can’t keep a story like this to myself.”

He pulled out a chair and sat down, still looking way too relaxed. “I was just at tea with the Chamber of Commerce crowd. They were talking about it—the Newton family can’t catch a break lately. Howard, desperate, went to a fortune teller. The guy tells him there’s something wrong with the family tomb.”

“So Howard sends people to check. They open up the grave, and—it’s empty.”

“Supposedly there was even a note inside, but only Howard knows what it said.”

Hector grinned, giving Oliver a thumbs-up. “Your wife is a legend. Who else would have the guts to dig up someone’s ancestors?”

Oliver shot him a look that could kill.

“If you’ve got this much free time, why don’t you go sort out the mess at Skyline Entertainment?” Oliver said, already turning away.

“Oh, come on, Oliver! Seriously? Slave driver!”

“Don’t walk away! I care about you and you just stab me in the back?” Hector called after him.

The only answer he got was the slam of the door.

He let out a string of curses under his breath.

Fine, whatever. He got stuck with all the dirty work, while Oliver got to play the devoted husband.

In the end, Patricia and Oliver picked a quiet little bistro for dinner.

They got a private booth, ordered their food, and settled in to wait. Oliver poured her a glass of water, and they chatted about random things at home.

When the conversation turned to Colton, Patricia’s expression grew serious. “Are you really thinking about sending him to the military?”

“It’s his own idea,” Oliver said.

“Do you know where he wants to go?”

Oliver took a sip of water. “Not yet. We’ll see what he decides.”

He made it sound like it was all up to Colton, but Patricia knew better. The day Colton called her complaining, she’d know for sure whose idea it really was.

Oliver could talk all he wanted about giving Colton a choice, but in the end, he’d probably ship him off to Atticus in the middle of nowhere without a second thought.