You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 618

When the bedroom door creaked open, she instantly straightened up, kneeling on the bed, tense and cautious.

She whispered, “Aunt Patricia’s asleep.”

The room was dim, but that couldn’t hide the storm brewing on Oliver’s face.

“You told her to come?” he asked.

“Would I even dare?” she shot back, wide-eyed.

As if she’d ever have the nerve for something like that. She might run her mouth sometimes, but to actually push someone to separate from their husband? Not a chance. If Oliver didn’t come after her, her parents definitely would.

Without another word, Oliver scooped her up and carried her straight back to the master bedroom.

As soon as they were gone, Sara let out a huge sigh of relief. The air felt lighter. For the first time all night, she could actually breathe.

Later, when the house was silent and the heat pressed in, Patricia woke suddenly. She was disoriented at first, but then she heard the rough, shaky sound of a man’s breathing in the dark. Heavy, low, and urgent.

She snapped awake, instincts telling her to pull away, but Oliver’s hand pressed down on her stomach, holding her in place. “Just a minute,” he whispered, voice strained and thick.

Patricia had always known—Oliver was possessive. He looked so polite, so well-mannered in public, but deep down, he was intense and impossible to ignore.

She didn’t say a word. She just waited for him to finish.

It wasn’t until a soft lamp flicked on and she felt a warm towel on her thigh that she finally started to come back to herself.

When he was done tidying up, she rolled over and turned her back to him.

Oliver climbed in beside her, slipped an arm around her waist, and spoke quietly. “I’m sorry. It was my fault this morning. Please, don’t stay mad at me, okay?”

Patricia pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

“I love you too much, that’s all. Sometimes I get possessive, and I know it’s wrong. I’ll work on it, I promise, alright?”

Still, she didn’t respond.

He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, just once, then again, his nose brushing her skin, making her shiver and pull away.

She slipped out and back in, crawling under the covers again. Immediately, Oliver pressed up against her, barely giving her a second to breathe.

The heat of his skin made her tremble.

She tried to move away, but he held her tighter.

“Don’t move. I can’t help myself.”

“You just… last night…” she started, cheeks flushing.

“It wasn’t enough. That whole week in Golden Bay, I missed you so much it drove me crazy.”

Patricia stayed quiet, but Oliver kept going. “Pattie, I’m sorry. I was an idiot yesterday. I said things I shouldn’t have. Please, don’t be mad.”

“If you can’t accept my past, maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”

“It’s not that I can’t accept it. I’m just jealous. I’m jealous Theo had those years with you. I know nothing happened, but it still eats at me. I hate that he got to be your husband and didn’t take care of you the way you deserved.”