You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 634

Patricia’s fingers moved slowly across Oliver’s back, her touch soft and comforting in the gentle light.

“From now on, let’s just focus on us,” she murmured. “Let’s not bring up people who don’t matter anymore.”

“It’s over with Theo. There’s nothing left between us. If I ever see him again, it’ll only be because I want to see him hit rock bottom, not because of any old feelings. There’s no way anything could start up again.” Her words carried a trace of selfishness, echoing Jackson’s warning in her mind: If Mr. Padilla finds out…

She still needed Theo’s help to take down Ruby, so it was impossible to cut ties completely. But she didn’t want Oliver to get upset about Theo—she wanted to keep their relationship free from old drama.

The next morning, Patricia left home with Marian and Oliver. The trunk was packed with yellow joss paper, gold ingots, food, and wine—offerings for her parents.

After moving her parents’ graves, Patricia had chosen a new resting place for them at a quiet cemetery on the city’s western edge, far from their former home at Cloud Peak.

They arrived just after nine. The sun was shining, its light slipping through the branches of the cypress trees and landing right on the headstone, making everything look even lonelier.

Patricia bent down and started pulling weeds around the grave. Marian set out the offerings, then joined her to help.

A moment later, Oliver gently took Patricia’s wrist and helped her stand. He took over her work. “Let me do it,” he said.

Patricia was surprised; she’d never seen him do anything like this before.

Oliver didn’t stop his work, his voice low and steady. “It’s fine. You handle the offerings.”

Patricia moved aside, arranging the flowers, pouring the wine, setting out the food. Every motion was second nature by now, but somehow that made it hurt even more.

When the weeds were gone, Oliver gathered them up and carried them to a trash bin nearby.

From a distance, he saw Patricia crouched in front of the headstone, her hand resting on the photo as she whispered words only her parents could hear. He gave her space, turning away to let her have a private moment.

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