You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 15

“Mr. Miller, you haven’t forgotten, have you? You two used to get along so well, didn’t you?”

Oliver had his first love—the kind you never really get over. And, of course, that first love just happened to be their mutual friend.

If Joseph truly thought of Oliver as a friend, he would’ve warned his own sister to stay away from him. At home, Joseph had a wife who barely played her part, and out there, an unattainable first love always hanging over his head. Then there was Nina, stuck in the middle, never quite important enough to matter, but never invisible enough to be left alone.

Patricia’s words left Joseph’s expression shifting—caught somewhere between guilt and anger. It had been two years since everything went down, and honestly, the details were starting to blur. But just because he couldn’t remember it all didn’t mean it never happened.

Patricia didn’t let up. “I usually keep to myself. I don’t care about what’s going on outside. But if someone comes right up to my face looking for trouble, that’s a different story.”

Through the bars of the rooftop, Patricia watched as Joseph’s hands slowly let go of her wheelchair. She immediately grabbed the wheels to steady herself, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her slip.

A biting wind cut through the tension, scattering it for a moment.

Jackson, sweating and out of breath, rushed over just as Joseph was turning to leave. Their eyes met, and Jackson’s glare was sharp, venomous, like he wanted nothing more than to tear Joseph apart.

“Miss,” he said, voice low.

“I’m fine,” Patricia replied quietly, turning her chair so she faced Joseph, who was now waiting by the elevator. Their eyes met—hers in the light, his in the shadows. Her fingertips pressed hard against the wheels, and the anger in her gaze was impossible to hide.

She wouldn’t forget this.

Joseph stood in the darkness, watching Patricia with a cold, almost predatory look. No wonder people said that if Patricia wasn’t in a wheelchair, the Martin family would be hers.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open. Joseph stepped in. The person beside him pressed the button, then hesitated before asking, “Who was that with Patricia?”

“No idea. Looks like someone straight out of the military.”

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