You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 700

It was clear Patricia’s mind was somewhere else—she just wanted a little space to herself. That was fine, but where had Uncle Oliver gone? If he didn’t show up soon, would he even have a place here once Aunt Patricia figured things out? Everyone knows that once a woman makes up her mind, the man usually ends up on the sidelines. The thought made Sara anxious. Really anxious.

If those two actually split, who would she end up with? Ugh.

“Roger, Roger!” Sara ran upstairs and yanked the book right out of his hands. She stared at him, eyes wide and frustrated. “What are we supposed to do about Uncle Oliver and Aunt Patricia? They’re not really going to start ignoring each other, are they?”

“You’re overthinking it,” Roger said. “There are some international companies visiting Riverdale today. Uncle Oliver’s still dealing with that.”

“And besides, Uncle Oliver isn’t the type to give Aunt Patricia the silent treatment.”

Sara frowned. “How do you know he’s still working?”

Roger flipped his phone over so she could see. Riverdale’s local news was playing, and there was Oliver on the screen in a perfectly tailored suit, chatting confidently with some foreign businessmen. He looked so good that even the city officials standing next to him seemed to fade into the background.

Sara had always had a thing for good-looking guys, especially ones like Oliver. Sure, she’d grumbled about him plenty of times behind his back, but she’d never called him ugly. She couldn’t. Every other complaint had at least some truth to it, but calling him unattractive just felt forced and petty, like a villain’s last, desperate insult.

“Uncle Oliver is just… stupidly handsome,” she muttered.

Roger glanced at her over his glasses. “What, not enough drama lately? Now you’re admiring him?”

Sara made a face. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“Did Uncle Oliver say when he’d be home?”

Weirdly enough, that actually made sense to Sara.

At six, Oliver texted Patricia. No extra words. Just his usual style.

Dinner meeting. Home late. Go to bed.

Patricia sent back an “ok” emoji. She was about to close the chat when she saw the little typing bubble pop up… She waited, but nothing else came. So she just closed the app.

At nine, she crawled into bed right on schedule. But around ten, her arm started to ache and she couldn’t sleep. She sat up, just as the double doors to the living room opened quietly.

She’d turned off all the lights before bed. Oliver must have worried about waking her, because he was moving carefully, using the flashlight on his phone, his footsteps soft as he came toward her.