Doesn’t belong in a place like this!
"What the hell are you doing!"
Carla screamed angrily and ran towards the garden to look for her cell phone.
Oliver grabbed Carla's handbag and held her back.
"Take it off!"
Carla gave Oliver a hateful look.
"No, I'm not. I'm not taking it off."
"I'm not letting you go to dinner with Andrew," Oliver said under his breath.
He struggled to control the overflowing emotions that were almost overwhelming him. But no matter how hard he tried, his voice sounded jerky and shrill, like an angry man.
Carla looked up to see Oliver's face. The nostrils of his bulbous nose were flaring.
Carla slowly unstrapped her handbag and put her hands on her hips to challenge Oliver.
"Who really needs your permission to let me go for a walk!?"
In an instant, Oliver was overwhelmed by Carla's counterattack, who seemed to have no fear of him at all.
"Because I'm your husband," Oliver finally said.
Oliver opened Carla's handbag and took the car keys from inside.
"Don't be a jerk!"
Carla was infuriated to find her car keys taken away.
She swung her hand at Oliver blindly with the intention of clawing, but Oliver cleverly pushed Carla's handbag away and used it as a shield.
"Okay okay... You can go see Andrew, but I'm coming."
At that, Carla's anger boiled over. She was so angry that she couldn't say anything else. Only her hands were clenched into fists, and her cheeks were red.
"Wait a minute. I'll get dressed first, then I'll take you."
Oliver forced the bag into Carla's hand and went into the house at a fast pace.
In the room, Oliver quickly changed into the clothes he often wore to meet special people.
He remembered the yellow dress Carla had worn. For this reason, Oliver deliberately wore a plain white t-shirt combined with a light brown slim-fit blazer that would match Carla's yellow dress.
For the bottom, Oliver chose a pair of navy-blue jeans so as not to be too formal.
Oliver looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. He raised the sleeves of his blazer to half sleeves.
"You're doing well, Oliver," he said, smiling.
With this look, Oliver looked so charming and masculine. Much different than usual.
On the front porch, Carla looked grumpy because her dinner plans with Andrew had fallen apart. She walked back and forth impatiently.
And when Oliver came out of the front door and Carla turned around, she was mesmerized by his appearance. Seriously, he was so handsome tonight!
In all the years they had been together, this was the first time she had seen Oliver this handsome. Carla's eyes were perfectly round. Her mouth opened slightly.
Oliver smiled in his heart at his wife's reaction.
"Let's go already. Why are you staring?" Oliver said, snapping Carla out of her stupor.
"Uh... yes. Give me the car keys."
Carla held out her hand to Oliver with a blush on her face.
"I'll drive. Let's go."
Oliver walked ahead of Carla to the car parked in the yard.
Oliver opened the door on the passenger seat and waited until Carla got in. Then he closed the door and ran around to the driver's seat.
"Can you drive?" asked Carla casually as Oliver closed the side door.
"I can."
"My car is an automatic."
Carla looked busy fixing her makeup using the glass tucked behind the sun visor.
"Yes."
"If there's anything you have to take responsibility for. I don't want to know," Carla mocked dismissively while closing the sun visor.
"Yes. Take it easy. You're ready, right? Let's go."
Oliver started the engine. Carla flopped onto the back of the seat and turned her face to the side. Carla's hand seemed to be holding the edge of the seat she was sitting on so tightly like she was about to ride a roller coaster.
Oliver glanced at Carla's hand and laughed inwardly at his wife's behavior. She really underestimated his driving skills, even though Oliver could drive a variety of vehicles very well.
After the car had been driving for a while, Carla was astonished. Unexpectedly, Oliver drove her automatic car very well. It could even be better than her.
'How come? Where did he learn to drive an automatic car?' Carla thought, staring at Oliver.
He smoothly and agilely drove the car through the city's traffic jams. Secretly, Carla marveled at Oliver's driving skills.
The lighting inside the car was dim. However, it made Oliver's good looks even more assertive and mysterious, and Oliver didn't realize that his wife had been mesmerized by his good looks all along.
They arrived at the restaurant.
"Let's get off, we're here." Oliver turned off the engine and unbuckled the seat belt.
"Uh, yes," said Carla.
In contrast to Carla, who was usually fierce, tonight she looked all clumsy and unfocused. Oliver wondered to himself what had made this lioness turn into such a kitten.
As he made his way to the entrance of the restaurant, Oliver noticed the people entering. All of them, male and female, were holding hands as they entered the luxurious restaurant.
Oliver smiled.
"Hurry up and take my arm."
Arriving at the entrance of the restaurant, Oliver held out his arm.
Carla refused, pushing Oliver's arm away. Not wanting to give up, he thrust his elbow at Carla again.
"I don't want to."
"Do you want us to stand here all night?"
"What the hell?!"
"People are watching us. Hurry up and take my arm, so we can go in."
She took a deep breath. Worried that people were really watching them and worried that Oliver was acting even more ridiculous, she grabbed Oliver's right elbow.
"Come on, let's go," Carla hissed as she wrapped her hand around the base of Oliver's arm.
Oliver smiled proudly. Flowers were blooming in his heart.
As they walked, Oliver pressed his body closer to his wife's until Carla could clearly inhale the scent of perfume emanating from Oliver's body. Carla was once again drugged.
Oliver did not usually wear perfume. And the scent of Oliver's current perfume really felt good in her nose.
A subtle and soft masculine scent. It was both fresh and soothing. It was like Carla was walking in a meadow in the morning.
Oliver turned his head to look at Carla, who was now unconsciously cradled in his arms. Again, he smiled.
At this point, Oliver did not regret all his struggles to stay in the Harvey Family because Carla was indeed worth fighting for.
The two of them arrived at the entrance to the VIP room where the table Carla had reserved for dinner was located. At the door to the VIP room, Andrew stood with his chin up.
"Carla! What are you doing holding the hand of a trashy human like this? It's embarrassing!" Andrew snapped suddenly, like a dog.
Oliver's eyes narrowed. He really hated this ignorant man.
Suddenly, Andrew came forward and pulled Carla's hand roughly.
"That's enough for now! You wait in the parking lot! A riff-raff like you doesn't belong in a place like this! Your place is in the sewage!" Andrew scolded with an intimidating look.
Continued ....