Chapter 24

"Ma'am, Sir Oliver is outside," said one of Natasha's household staff. Natasha was delighted to learn that Oliver was visiting her.

"Really? Let him in." She responded excitedly. Natasha quickly fixed her clothes, applied bright red lip gloss, and styled her hair. She was excited to go downstairs, thinking that Oliver had finally realized she was worth more than Anya. She smiled sweetly when she saw Oliver waiting for her, accompanied by his cousin Dylan.

"Oliver!" She pretended to struggle with walking, hoping he'd think she was still recovering. However, Oliver didn't pay attention to her; instead, Dylan approached her, and she quickly brushed him off.

As she approached Oliver, she immediately clung to his arms. "Thank you for visiting me," Natasha said with a smile. Her smile faded when Oliver removed her hands from his arms.

"I didn't come here for you." "Then who?" Natasha asked sadly.

"Where's your household staff, Roseta?" Natasha's face fell as she realized he came for Anya's sake.

"Why are you still thinking about her? Can't you see what she did to me? She's not good for you!" Natasha said, pleading.

"I don't care," Oliver replied firmly. Natasha was taken aback, feeling as if she had been pierced by a thousand needles in her heart. Ever since Anya entered his life, he had stopped caring about her.

"Now tell me where Roseta is?" Natasha clenched her fists in anger.

"Roseta!" she shouted. The other household staff immediately came out to see what was happening, including Roseta herself. Roseta nervously approached Natasha.

"Here she is! Just do whatever you want!" Natasha said irritably before storming off.

"You know why we're here, right?" Dylan, Oliver's cousin, asked Roseta, who quickly nodded. Roseta seemed restless, unsure of what to say.

"Where is it?" Oliver asked her, referring to the handkerchief.

"T-the truth is, sir... I didn't know it was important to Ma'am Anya. So I threw it away in the trash." Roseta said nervously.

"What?! Then just do your job, find it!" Oliver shouted, making Roseta jump in surprise.

She quickly ran outside and looked for someone to help her dig through the trash in the bin. She had no idea if the handkerchief Anya was looking for was still there.

"Chill bro," Dylan said, laughing.

"Just shut the f*ck up!" Dylan raised his hands in surrender. "You're really hot-headed, just because Anya left you." Oliver gave him a stern look.

Oliver's phone rang, and it was Bryce calling him. He was asking if Anya was at her grandfather's house in Estrella Village. Oliver answered immediately.

"She's not here, but the people here said she did come home last night. But she left again this morning, and she had someone with her."

"Who?"

"A guy, that's what I'm going to find out." Oliver ended the call and looked at Dylan, who had his arms crossed, looking bored.

"Why did you even come with me?"

"To annoy you," Dylan said with a smile. Oh, what's the news?"

"She's with someone," Oliver replied.

"A guy? Tsk, tsk, tsk, why did you get mad at her?"

"I'm not mad at her! I just raised my voice, maybe she thought I was mad." Oliver said.

He just didn't want Anya to get into trouble, especially if Natasha got triggered and wouldn't leave her alone. He didn't want Anya to get caught up in the mess of his life. If Natasha's situation got worse, her birthday party might not even happen. He was expecting someone to attend that party, and it was the only way he could see him.

"Anyone would think you're mad if you raise your voice, haha!"

"You're not helping!" Oliver irritably replied.

"How's that? What if Anya doesn't come back? You'll be lonely then!" Dylan teased.

"Shut up!" Oliver angrily responded.

He left Dylan and immediately looked for the household staff member, Roseta, from earlier.

"Oliver!" Natasha angrily faced him when he was called.

Just as Natasha was about to speak, Oliver turned his back on her.

She followed him despite his cold demeanor towards her.

"Have you found it?" Oliver asked when he saw the other household staff searching through the trash bins, which had spilled over.

"Gross! Maybe Anya's handkerchief is gone. And if it's in the trash, does she even need it? It's probably filthy by now."

Before Oliver could react, Natasha grabbed his arm again, but he quickly shook her off.

"Just go away, Natasha." He gave her a gentle push away.

"Sir, I think this is it," one of the staff said, holding up the handkerchief.

The handkerchief looked disgusting, covered in dirt and trash, and it smelled bad. Natasha looked at it in disgust.

"Give it to me." Natasha immediately looked at Oliver.

"What? That handkerchief is filthy, and you're going to touch it?" Natasha asked, incredulous.

Oliver gave her a dirty look. "What if I tell you that I'm even filthier than this before?" Natasha couldn't respond because of his piercing gaze, which seemed like it could kill her.

She left his presence, and he took the handkerchief and walked out of their house. Dylan was waiting for him outside. His phone rang again, and it was Bryce calling.

"Yeah?"

"I found her, are you going to meet her?"

"Yeah, right after I clean her handkerchief."