You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 110

The red marks on her pale skin were impossible to miss.

Oliver grabbed a tube of ointment from the dresser, handed it to her, and nodded toward her neck. Patricia managed a quick “thanks.”

“How was the jewelry show?” he asked.

“It was a hit,” Patricia replied, then hesitated and added, “I might go out with Jackson tonight. Just wanted to give you a heads-up.”

Oliver’s eyebrows knit together, barely noticeable. “Plans?”

“Schemes,” Patricia corrected, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He just nodded. “Okay.” No questions.

Later that night, around eleven-thirty, Patricia sat in bed in her pajamas, fresh from the shower, feeling out of place in her own skin.

Honestly, how did things end up like this? Two marriages, and this was her first time actually sharing a bed with a man.

She leaned back against the headboard, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Oliver’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.

No mention of ex-girlfriends. None of that mess.

Did that mean… he’d never even been in a relationship before?

Seriously???

An older guy, never dated? Like some kind of late-blooming cactus finally sprouting a flower?

Patricia threw off her covers and slid out of bed, rubbing her temples as if she could massage away the awkwardness.

“You okay?”

The sudden voice made her jump. She shot upright, wide-eyed.

Oliver stepped out of the bathroom in a deep blue robe, his hair damp and dripping, water droplets sliding down and vanishing into the collar. He had a tall, athletic build—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a presence that filled the room without even trying. Six-foot-two and he looked every inch of it.

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