You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 731

“What brings you here?”

Oliver had just finished his game. He grabbed his t-shirt from the side, slipping it on as he walked over to Patricia.

“Katie brought me.”

“You play basketball?”

“I do.”

Patricia tried to look past him at the guys behind, but Oliver shifted, blocking her view.

Katie laughed from the sidelines. “You’re too late, Oliver. She’s already seen everything—nothing left to hide.”

One of the guys called out, “I bet she didn’t even notice, Oliver. Are you worried she’ll check out someone else’s abs?”

“Come on, Oliver. Your wife isn’t your pet. Don’t be so overprotective.”

Oliver’s refusal to let his childhood dog play with other kids was practically a legend around here. Honestly, it was the only thing they ever teased him about, and it had stuck for years.

He ignored them, taking Patricia’s hand and heading home.

From behind, the guys kept shouting, “Don’t leave, man! We’re only halfway through the game! Oliver, get back here!”

When he didn’t even slow down, someone turned to the old patriarch. “Grandpa, look at him...”

The old man just chuckled. “You boys have nothing better to do? Teasing him about a dog for fifteen years?”

One of them grinned. “What can we say? Oliver’s too perfect. We have to make the most out of the one embarrassing story we’ve got. People need something to talk about, right?”

The old man shot him a look. “Troublemaker.”

Patricia glanced at Oliver, curiosity all over her face. “Is it true? You really wouldn’t let your dog play with them?” She was honestly dying to know.

Oliver kept walking. At a sink by the path, he stopped to wash his hands. “That dog was kind of clueless. And those guys were always looking for trouble.”

Talking about the past left him a little lost and sad, like he knew fate was out of his hands. Patricia didn’t push him for more.

That Sunday night, after dinner at Golden Bay, they drove back to Riverdale. Before they left, the old man asked, “Will you two come back next weekend?”

Oliver didn’t answer right away, but Patricia gave him a bright smile. “We’ll be back.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting.”

It was nice to know the old man had something to look forward to.

By the time they got to Riverdale, it was almost midnight. Back at Cloud Peak, Patricia took a quick shower and went straight to bed.

Monday morning, on her way to work, Patricia called Ann. She didn’t wait for the news to come to her—she reached out first.

“Ann, your son got into some trouble at a nightclub in Golden Bay. The girl he was with is from the Jenkins family.”

“The Jenkins family? Which Jenkins family?”