Chapter 471 Oliver, I Think I'm Pregnant 1
Oliver hung up the phone.
Seeing Sarah's stunned expression, he whispered, "Yes, it's exactly who you think it is."
This revelation shattered Sarah's entire understanding of the situation. After a moment, she asked in a daze, "Why would he agree? He's Matthew's chief secretary—he has considerable influence."
Oliver leaned back against the headboard, his gaze fixed on Sarah with unmistakable intensity. Only when she couldn't bear it anymore and lowered her head did he withdraw his scrutiny, his tone cool and detached.
"Sarah, money solves ninety-nine percent of problems in this world. Everyone has their price. Back then, weren't you won over by my financial advantages and sweet talk?" He quickly backtracked, "Alright, I promise never to bring that up again."
"But I suspect Aaron's motives go beyond money. There's something else at play."
Sarah knelt beside him, hanging on his every word like a devoted puppy. Oliver felt a surge of tenderness. He reached out to stroke her hair, murmuring, "It doesn't matter. Aaron and I are just temporary allies of convenience. Sarah, we're different. We're in this for life."
Oliver reached down to retrieve a small velvet box from his pants on the floor. Inside was a dazzling pear-shaped diamond ring—10.18 carats, representing Sarah's birthday.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her slender body against his. As they embraced, he felt nervous... This proposal was different from his first one. Back then, he'd been manipulative. Now, Sarah had grown into a mature woman.
His voice trembled slightly as he proposed: "I know I've been terrible in the past. I've hurt you in countless ways. But Sarah, I'll change—I'll keep changing until you're satisfied, until you see me as a good husband and father."
He feared she might only desire him physically, but Sarah took the ring without hesitation and slipped it onto her finger. Looking up at him with eyes full of starlight, she whispered, "Perfect fit."
Oliver kissed her, his body still trembling, his eyes wet with emotion. Sarah hadn't hesitated for a moment—she'd put on the ring herself, unwilling to make him suffer even for a second. When she said she forgave him, she truly meant it.
Between passionate kisses, Oliver whispered sensually, "Sarah, I'll spend my lifetime repaying you."
Later that night, Oliver went out.
Just before leaving, a florist delivered a bouquet. As he placed it in his car, Claire spotted him and rushed over, grabbing his sleeve and lowering her voice, "Are you out of your mind? Going to meet another woman at this hour? If your wife finds out, your happiness is finished."
Oliver found her concern both amusing and touching. Claire truly cared for him.
He gently patted her shoulder and softened his voice. "I'm not being foolish. I'm going to visit my parents' graves."
Claire looked frightened—visiting a cemetery in the middle of the night seemed terribly brave to her. Still, she didn't try to stop him, sensing he had something important to tell his parents. Seeing his blissful expression, she guessed it must be good news. The household must be preparing for a celebration!
Delighted, Claire went to the kitchen and returned with two bread rolls and a bag of apples. "You should bring some food offerings."
Oliver accepted them gratefully.
Once in the car, as he fastened his seatbelt, he decided to call Zoey first. Despite the late hour, Zoey answered with professional courtesy, "Mr. Windsor, how can I help you?"
"Have the Windsor Group PR department announce tomorrow morning that my proposal was successful. I'll be married within the year," Oliver said evenly.
Zoey was stunned. Remarrying with such fanfare!
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "What, can't a remarriage be celebrated properly?"
He intended not just to celebrate lavishly, but to blanket the entire city with news of his remarriage to Sarah.
Oliver wanted everyone to know that he had won back his wife and was getting married. He would give Sarah the most romantic wedding imaginable.
His heart raced with excitement.
Zoey thought to herself that men in love truly had no sense of reason.
After hanging up, Oliver felt immensely satisfied.
In the quiet of night, the black Rolls-Royce entered a private cemetery.
Oliver stepped out, carrying the flowers in one hand and Claire's bread and apples in the other, walking slowly.
The cemetery was well-maintained, with trees rustling on either side and the occasional scent of night-blooming flowers.
His parents were buried together, their headstone adorned with photos from their youth.
Oliver placed the flowers and food offerings before their grave. Crouching down, he gently wiped dust from their photographs, his voice hoarse yet tender, "Mom, Dad, I'm getting married. To Sarah, again."
"I have a wife and children now, and I feel truly happy. Jacob looks like Sarah, but his personality is pure Windsor. I worry he'll be as reckless as I was when I was young, but he's incredibly bright—he picks up everything instantly. Nicole is adorable. She's been learning to paint with Sarah lately, and she's quite good at it. She may not be as clever, but Jacob will take care of her for life."
Oliver's eyes glistened.
His voice lowered, with a hint of emotion, "Mom, Dad, this is my first real marriage—different from before. I love Sarah, and I'm learning to be a good husband and father. I will be happy. Grace is happy too now; Henry treats her well."
The surroundings were peaceful, with flower scents growing stronger in the night breeze.
Oliver continued pouring out his heart. He was overwhelmed with emotion about his upcoming marriage to the woman he loved.
He stayed at the cemetery until dawn began to break.
When he finally drove home in the early morning, he expected Sarah to be asleep. But as he entered the bedroom, he heard retching sounds from the bathroom—sounds reminiscent of morning sickness.
Oliver froze.
When he regained his composure, he quickly entered the bathroom.
Under the bright lights, Sarah was leaning against the sink, one hand on her chest, looking distinctly unwell.
Oliver steadied her, asking a question to which he already suspected the answer, "What's wrong?"
His voice trembled.
Sarah's eyes were misty. As a woman, she knew her body better than anyone.
Since his surgery, they hadn't used any contraception, making love with complete abandon.
Yet somehow, amid all their seemingly consequence-free lovemaking, she had become pregnant.
After a moment, Sarah said softly, "Oliver, I think I'm pregnant."