Chapter 227 You're Pregnant? Whose Child Is It?
Three days later, the servant at the villa hit up Oliver, saying Sarah's been taking the bus home after school lately.
The servant hinted, "Mrs. Windsor seems to be in a good mood."
Oliver, not giving a damn, just said, "Got it."
After hanging up, he leaned over and pressed the intercom. "Zoey, come in for a sec."
In no time, the stunning secretary Zoey Wood walked in, "Mr. Windsor, what's up?"
Oliver leaned back, ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, and stared at the ceiling lights. "Check what Mrs. Windsor's up to today."
Zoey smiled. "Sure thing, Mr. Windsor."
She quickly checked and reported, "Mr. Windsor, Mrs. Windsor only has one class this afternoon and will be free after three."
Zoey glanced at the clock. "It's two-thirty now."
Before she even finished, Oliver was already on his feet. As he headed out, he told Zoey in a calm voice, "I'm not coming back to the office today."
Zoey smiled and nodded.
Half an hour later, a sleek black Maybach rolled into the ArtScape Academy campus in Vesper City.
It was late summer, and the trees lining the road were still lush and green. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting spots of golden light.
A gentle breeze brought a slight coolness.
Bicycle wheels slowly rolled over the road, and the faces of the young men and women were filled with the unique innocence and vibrancy of youth.
Oliver sat stone-faced in the luxury car.
He quietly watched Sarah, who was holding another guy's waist, all cozy and close, riding a bike together, and sharing food.
Sarah even let the guy hold her waist, and she looked super happy.
The driver saw this too and was too scared to make a sound. 'Is Mrs. Windsor openly cheating?' he wondered.
Oliver got out of the car. Over there, Sarah was saying goodbye to the guy at the bus stop, and the two seemed reluctant to part, full of affection.
Oliver appeared and gently grasped Sarah's waist possessively.
He looked at the young boy, Lester Mitchell, but spoke to Sarah in a soft voice, "Your classmate? Or a friend?"
Oliver was young, handsome, and loaded.
Lester was stunned for a moment and instinctively asked, "Sarah, who is he?"
"I'm her husband!" Oliver stated flatly. Of course, with his status, he wouldn't argue with Lester in public. He'd dig into their dealings later. The immediate priority was to take Sarah back.
By the time Lester snapped out of it, Sarah was already in the car with Oliver.
That fancy car was something Lester could only dream of. He clenched his fists but didn't have the guts to step forward.
In the dimly lit car, Oliver gently loosened his tie and glanced sideways at Sarah.
Unlike before, she wasn't wearing those pricey clothes but a casual thin knit V-neck cardigan.
He stared at her for a while, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. As the blue smoke rose, he asked her in a raspy voice, "Care to explain this?"
Sarah shrank into the corner. In the past, she might have been scared to tears by him, but today she wasn't. She even dared to look him in the eye and snap back, "You don't love me! Why did you marry me?"
The answer was actually simple.
If he wanted revenge, he should tell her now and watch her shocked expression.
But Oliver didn't. Instead, he felt irritated. He smoked the cigarette forcefully and then stubbed it out.
After that, he didn't speak again, not even looking at her.
But when they arrived at their fancy house, he unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed her wrist, dragging her into the house.
Sarah realized something and said in a bleak voice, "No."
Oliver was heartless. He picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom, throwing her onto the soft bed and starting to punish her. He stripped off her clothes, which symbolized her rebellion.
He crushed her dignity into the dirt.
She was naked, while he was fully dressed. He pressed her down like a form of humiliation, his handsome face full of severity.
He asked, "How long have you been seeing him?"
"Have you kissed him?"
"Did you let him touch you?"
Sarah buried her face in the white pillow, refusing to answer him. Oliver couldn't stand it. He pinned her slender body down and used every method to torment her.
Oliver revealed his true self, the one who had spent six years in prison, the one whose violent nature couldn't be hidden even under a veneer of civility. He knew how to torment women, using the most degrading methods, and he used them all.
Dylan's precious sister, once cradled in his palm like a treasure, now seemed like a cheap woman at Oliver's mercy.
Physically and psychologically, Oliver should have felt satisfied.
But at this moment, his body was tense, with thick veins bulging on his neck. He leaned close to her ear and asked through gritted teeth, "Tell me! What did you do with him?"
Sarah, usually so timid, stubbornly refused to say a word.
"Do you like him?" Oliver stared into her eyes and suddenly asked.
Sarah was momentarily dazed. 'No! I don't like Lester!' she answered in her mind.
She looked at Oliver's face, seeing no trace of emotion in his eyes. Even if she was slow, she understood now. He didn't really like her; he married her just to torment her.
Summoning a courage she didn't realize she possessed, Sarah trembled and whispered, "Yes! I have a crush on him!" "Yes! I like him!"
Oliver's expression changed, becoming sinister and terrifying, as if she had said something unforgivable, as if she had committed an unpardonable crime.
He repeated her words, "You like him?!"
Sarah said it again, "Yes! I like him."
Oliver grabbed her chin, lowered his head, and said something very crude, "I feel like killing you! You cheated on me, huh?"
He pulled away, coldly glaring at her, then slowly tidied his clothes.
Sarah lay limp on the bed. After coughing violently a few times, she suddenly felt nauseous. She covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, retching several times.
Sarah stared at her reflection in the mirror, lost. As a 21-year-old girl, she was completely clueless about what was happening.
But Oliver knew. He met her eyes in the mirror and slowly said, "You're pregnant? Whose child is it?"