You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 589

She had a killer figure.

Tall, graceful, and with the kind of poise you only get from moving in high-powered circles—she drew attention wherever she went.

But there was more to her story. Years ago, rumor had it she’d survived domestic abuse. Her husband had left a brutal scar across her face—from her temple all the way down to the corner of her mouth.

Even after surgery, the mark was impossible to hide. It gave her a fierce, almost intimidating look.

One time, people were just chatting about life, and someone offhandedly mentioned how advanced plastic surgery was in Korea—maybe she should give it a try. It was just casual talk, nothing serious.

Before the female exec could even respond, Oliver stepped in.

“Looks are only a part of life. If you keep obsessing over your flaws, even after surgery, you’ll never let them go.”

He added, “It’s just a shell.”

It was pretty ironic, coming from someone who always said looks were just a shell, to call someone else ugly.

“You’re not the kind of person who judges by appearances,” someone pointed out.

Oliver hesitated, remembering the face they were talking about. His handsome brows knitted together for a second. “You’ll understand when you meet her.”

That niece from the Hernandez family—honestly, words didn’t do her justice.

She’d always had a wide face and a tiny nose. With a little effort, she could’ve looked cute, like the shy girl next door.

But she’d chased every beauty trend and ended up with a face that didn’t fit. Her sharp nose stood out awkwardly between huge double eyelids—it just looked off, almost cartoonish, like a sad meme frog.

To make matters worse, she wasn’t exactly a genius.

Hector had met her once.

His take was brutally honest: “After meeting her, Sara suddenly seems like a genius.”

Nothing stings like a side-by-side comparison.

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Once he was grown, he kept his distance, barely coming home for holidays just to avoid all the matchmaking.

Everyone kept their eyes on the title of Oliver’s wife.

Nobody expected him to just go and get married on his own, throwing everyone for a loop.

“You’re finally back, sir! Come in, come in—Madam’s been waiting and was worried you got stuck in traffic,” the housekeeper called, her whole face lighting up as she welcomed them inside. When she saw Patricia, she let out a delighted gasp. “No wonder Min called home and said you look like a fairy! You really are beautiful.”

“Lenora,” Oliver introduced her with a smile.

Patricia greeted her politely. “Hello, Lenora.”

“Oh, come in, come in! I’ll get you both something to eat.”

They’d just stepped through the door when a woman appeared—dressed in a crisp, white linen suit with a modern cut.

She was elegant and curvy, with a presence that made it instantly clear she was the lady of the house.