Chapter 4 Who Did You Call Ugly?

The master bedroom was luxurious and vast, nearly 2,000 square feet in size!

Through the door of the room, there was a small living room, and when she walked further in, she saw a king-size bed.

There was a walk-in closet, too.

The entire bedroom was decorated in an authentic Gothic style, filled with an aura of mystery and intrigue. It was nothing but stylish.

To call it a bedroom wasn't accurate. It was practically a home!

Natalie cautiously walked into the bedroom and looked for Oliver.

"Oliver?" she said, looking around. Yet she saw no one, though Liam had told her Oliver was here.

Finally, she saw a silhouette behind a huge floor-to-floor frosted glass.

Natalie thought the silhouette was Oliver.

She took a deep breath and approached, intending to talk to Oliver through the glass, as she wanted neither of them to feel awkward.

"Oliver, I... I'm Natalie..."

Getting no response, she quickly said everything she wanted to say.

"I know you don't like me. Rest assured. I won't bother you no matter what you do. But I do have a favor to ask... If that's OK.

"I'm still a student, and I wanna go back to school when I have classes. And I'd like to visit Lucas every week. He's my brother. Can I?"

In fact, Natalie was also a finalist in a modeling competition called "Top Avenue", which started the next month, but she didn't dare to make so many requests all at once.

"Oliver, I heard that you avoid meeting people because you think you're ugly. However, I believe that being unattractive isn't something to be afraid of, as long as you have a kind heart..."

Just at that moment, Oliver came out of the bathroom and happened to see Natalie murmuring to herself against the frosted glass.

Natalie had smooth, golden, and waist-length hair, and she wore a pale blue house dress. Under the light, her earlobes were round and delicate, her neck slender and fair.

Natalie was so nervous that she didn't notice a man standing behind her at all. Then she heard a deep, cold male voice coming from behind her.

Oliver frowned and said，"Who did you call ugly?"

His voice, blending with the gothic decor of the room, was as resonant as a beautiful cello.

Natalie screamed at once.

As she turned around, she saw a half-naked man standing less than 6.5 feet behind her.

Natalie was 5 feet 9 inches tall, and he was taller than her. She figured that he was at least 6 feet 3 inches tall.

Seemed he had just finished showering. His wet black hair was still dripping, his chest muscles and his eight-pack abs chiseled. His V-line abs sunk into the towel around his waist, and he had broad shoulders, a lean waist, and slender legs. Everything about him was exuding a potent, masculine allure.

He beat those top male models.

His features were sharp and handsome, his lips were thin and sensual, his nose was prominent, and his eyes were cold and wild. He was chosen by fate.

In short, his face could drive any woman crazy!

Natalie screamed, "Who... Who are you? Why are you here? And... Why aren't you wearing clothes?"