You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 416

Everybody wants to win.

But life’s funny like that—wanting something doesn’t mean you’ll actually get it.

At six, Marian started making dinner. By seven, everything was ready, and Oliver walked in right on time.

Tonight, Chelsea was in heaven. Marian’s cooking was out of this world.

Halfway through her second helping, Chelsea suddenly remembered what Patricia had said earlier about “the three kids.”

“Where are they?” she asked.

“Working late,” Oliver answered, calm as ever.

“What, the boss makes his own family pull overtime too?”

Mr. Padilla didn’t even blink. He just glanced at Chelsea. “Trust me, it’s for your own good. If they were here, you’d have to split that chicken feet four ways.”

Marian laughed from the kitchen. “It’s true! Colton and the boys love that chicken feet dish.”

Well then. All the more reason for Chelsea to dig in while she could.

Normally, Oliver would finish eating and go straight upstairs to his study, leaving Chelsea and Patricia to chat. But tonight, he just sat there, sipping tea, looking way too relaxed—as if he had all night to wait for Chelsea to finish.

Patricia had a bad feeling. She nudged Chelsea under the table.

Chelsea finally caught on. She set down her chopsticks and looked straight at Oliver. “You keep staring at me. What’s up?”

“It’s nothing urgent. Finish eating first.”

Chelsea immediately froze. “Just tell me. Now.”

What if he waited until she was done and then told her to spit it all back out?

“Eat first.”

“I can’t eat with you watching me like that,” she complained.

Honestly, she was just worried he was setting her up. Atticus always said Oliver was sneakier than a mouse in a maze.

“If you insist,” Oliver said, “I’ll just say it.”

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