Chapter 9 The Woman's Whispers

The woman's voice was sticky and sweet, laced with a hint of milkiness and coyness. Oliver's heart trembled uncontrollably upon hearing it. In the next second, he heard the woman continue speaking:

"You bastard...you big bastard..."

Oliver's face instantly darkened, and he turned around expressionlessly and headed upstairs, his back radiating an overwhelming sense of indifference.

"Butler, what about Lady..." the bewildered servant pointed towards Natalie, who was still sound asleep on the sofa.

"Don't worry about her."

Wait for him? He slept on the sofa and she's still cursing him in her dreams! He wondered if she had something important to say, or if she was just coming up with another scheme.

Oliver remembered her behavior at All Night Manor, her so-called job, and his own bodily reactions, and a nameless anger surged up within him.

Oliver said not to bother, and the servants didn't dare to, allowing Natalie to sleep on the couch for the night.

However, she didn't sleep soundly.

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