You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 646

When Patricia stepped into the bedroom, Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

She set the bottle of aloe gel on her favorite armchair, the one where she always sat to rub oil into her legs.

After her shower, she came out to find him sitting at the edge of the bed, absently turning the bottle over in his hands.

Patricia ran a towel through her damp hair as she walked over and sat next to him, close enough that their knees touched. “Did you finish talking with your brother?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s heading back to Golden Bay tomorrow.”

That caught Patricia off guard. “Do I need to get a gift or anything ready?”

Oliver’s voice was calm and reassuring. “Already handled.”

He never let her stress over these things.

She honestly loved how easy he made it for her.

Oliver shifted, his knee brushing against hers as he reached for her arm. “Let me take a look.”

“It’s a lot better. I don’t even need the aloe anymore.”

He looked at her, his tone low and a little pleading. “Are you still mad at me?”

Patricia’s voice came out soft and sweet, the kind that always melted his heart. “Don’t be upset, okay?”

A shiver ran through Oliver. His gaze locked on hers, deep and intense, like he wanted to pull her under and never let her go. It felt like his eyes wove an invisible net around her, drawing her closer with every heartbeat.

The air between them grew heavy, thick with something unspoken. Patricia was just about to say something when he suddenly smiled, scooped her onto his lap, and pressed his forehead to her ear, whispering, “Be good.”

“My silly girl.”

She’d thought he was just mad about her getting hurt.

If only it were that simple.

He was losing his mind over her.

He wanted to keep her all to himself, away from anyone who might even look at her.

Just thinking about that guy tonight, the way he’d looked at her with barely disguised curiosity, made Oliver want to break something.

By the time midnight rolled around, Patricia was completely spent when he finally carried her back to bed.

When Oliver’s hot body pressed up against her, she instinctively tried to move away.

He rolled onto his side, nuzzling into her neck, his voice soft. “Are you mad at me?”

Patricia, cheeks burning with embarrassment, glared at him. “How could you make me do that... in that position...”

Her eyes were red and watery.

Mr. Padilla saw that she was truly upset this time and immediately softened his tone, trying to comfort her.

“I’m the worst, I know. I’m sorry, I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Please, baby, forgive me.”

Patricia didn’t buy it for a second. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “You say sorry every time, and every time you just go further.”

Mr. Padilla nuzzled her nose with his, sounding honestly hurt. “Sweetheart, when it comes to us, when things get intense, how am I supposed to stop?”

“And you looked like you were enjoying yourself, too!”