You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 90

She hadn’t asked him to do any of this.

But he seemed to read her mind and spoke up first. “Mr. Parsons and I have known each other for years. He asked me to look after you.”

A flight attendant appeared, carrying a tray of tea. Oliver picked up a cup and handed it to her.

Patricia accepted it, offering a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Padilla. This is just right.”

Oliver took a sip of water.

The flight attendant came back, quietly gesturing to see if she could turn down the cabin lights. Oliver glanced over at Patricia, silently passing the decision to her, waiting for her nod.

Catching on, Patricia gave a small nod in return.

The main lights dimmed, leaving the cabin bathed in a soft, golden glow.

In the hush, Oliver’s voice broke the silence. “What’s your plan once we land in Toronto?”

“Rehab,” Patricia answered simply.

Oliver’s eyes flicked down to her leg. For a moment, his expression softened, something like concern flickering there before he masked it. He grabbed a folded blanket, adjusted it neatly, and draped it across her knees—perfectly covering her, not dragging on the floor, not leaving any gaps.

His thoughtfulness was almost too much. Patricia couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

Is this just how older men are? she wondered.

“And after that?” he asked.

“I’m going home,” she said honestly. He was Atticus’s friend, after all—there was no need to be on guard with someone who’d only tried to help.

“To reclaim your parents’ business?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Oliver didn’t sugarcoat it. “That’s not going to be easy.”

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