Chapter 514 Nicholas' Atonement 2
New Year's Eve
The Windsor Mansion was adorned with festive decorations, ready to welcome the new year. With several children in the house, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful. Oliver returned early from his company's year-end party that evening.
He had been drinking and wanted to take a short nap. But when he pushed open the bedroom door, he found his wife nursing their youngest son while leaning against the sofa. The room was well-heated, and Sarah wore only light clothing, her skin glowing softly in the warm light.
Oliver's drowsiness vanished completely.
He stared at the scene for a long moment before slowly closing the door and walking over to sit beside his wife. He reached out to gently touch their son's head and asked, "How many times a day does he feed?"
At only six months old, little Grogbert was growing plump and healthy.
Watching from beside her, Sarah still felt a touch of shyness. She whispered softly, "You've been drinking. Why don't you go lie down for a while?"
Oliver hooked his index and middle fingers into his tie knot, slowly pulling it loose.
He chuckled low, "Come join me when you're done feeding him."
Though they were husband and wife, Sarah still felt bashful, her cheeks flushing pink as she agreed and urged him to go rest. Oliver teased in a low voice, "Missing me already? You seem eager."
Sarah kicked him playfully, and he finally behaved.
The champagne had gone to Oliver's head, and as he lay there, drowsiness actually began to creep in. In his half-sleep, something cool and soothing touched his forehead.
He slowly opened his eyes to find Sarah gently wiping his brow.
Seeing him awake, she didn't pull away but instead lay down beside him, nestling softly into his arms. Oliver's body ran warm, making him especially comfortable to lean against on this winter day.
Sarah snuggled against him playfully, "Just as I got Elliot to sleep, he woke up hungry again. I'm a bit tired after feeding him."
Oliver turned to look at her.
His blue eyes were deep and captivating, always carrying that effortless, mature charm. He was a master at making her blush, knowing exactly how to tease and entice.
At first, Sarah hadn't intended for things to go further, but as his slow, deliberate touches drew her in, desire began to stir within her. Embarrassed by her own longing, she closed her eyes.
Evening light painted the sky in brilliant colors.
The bedroom, though unlit, was suffused with colors that seemed to filter through stained glass, bathing everything in a dreamy, ethereal glow.
In moments like this, a woman's expression might not align with conventional notions of beauty, yet it was something men found themselves unable to look away from.
Oliver was no exception.
Ever since their youngest son was born, he found himself drawn to her more than ever, cherishing every fleeting glance at her face. For a man, this brought a deep and abiding contentment—one that went beyond mere physical desire.
Just as they were lost in passion, knocking came at the door. "Ma'am, a secretary from the Moore family named Kaelis Dremora wishes to see you. She says Mr. Moore sent her with something important to deliver to you personally."
Sarah lifted herself up and said softly, "I'll be down shortly."
But Oliver wouldn't let her go.
Sarah tilted her head back slightly, gently caressing his handsome features.
She whispered, "Oliver, you can't be like this! We have three children already, and you're still so jealous! Besides, Nicholas is my..."
He wouldn't let her finish. "You still dare to call him so intimately!"
Sarah wrapped her arms around his lean waist, pressing her face against his as she murmured tenderly, "Honey, you do realize you're over forty, right? Perhaps it's time to rein in your urges a bit."
Oliver shifted his face, brushing his nose against hers and giving her a gentle bite.
"Even at seventy, I'll still make you cry out."
"Is that so?"
After a few more sweet exchanges, Sarah's mind turned to business. She pushed Oliver to get up, smoothing her slightly tousled black hair as she told her husband, "You rest a bit more. I'll come back to you after I meet with her."
Oliver seized the opportunity to make a request: "Before dinner, let's make love once more."
Sarah refused but coaxed him sweetly, "After dinner, once the children are asleep, I'll be with you."
Oliver fell back onto the pillow.
He folded his hands behind his head, looking thoughtful. "Have we had too many children?"
Sarah replied while getting dressed, "Don't you still want a daughter?"
Oliver actually considered this seriously.
He did want a little daughter, but with four children, Sarah barely had time for him. Intimate moments had to wait about a week, and they might barely get started before a child would wake up crying.
Thinking about it, the math didn't add up favorably.
Sarah finished dressing and glanced back at him, immediately understanding his thoughts.
She smiled softly and left to meet the visitor.
In the small parlor downstairs, tea fragrance filled the air, but Kaelis had no appetite for it.
When Sarah entered, Kaelis stood up with a strained smile. "Mrs. Windsor."
Sarah didn't think much of it and asked gently, "What does Mr. Moore need?"
Kaelis was silent for a moment, her smile so forced that the corners of her mouth twitched. She said, "Mrs. Windsor, Mr. Moore has joined a monastery for the rest of his life. He arranged these assets as he wished before taking his vows."
"There are two mansions, four commercial properties, and over five hundred million dollars in cash. He left them for his child with Ms. Gray, and asks that you please pass them along."
A manila envelope was placed gently on the coffee table.
Tea fragrance drifted through the air.
But Sarah was lost in shock. She didn't even notice when Kaelis left.
She blinked slowly, unable to accept this reality.
Nicholas would spend the rest of his life in a monastery!
Sarah tilted her face up, desperately trying to suppress her tears, but ultimately couldn't hold them back.
Outside the door, Oliver stood quietly.
He had already heard the news, and he knew Sarah would be heartbroken. There was not only hatred between her and Nicholas, but also unbreakable blood ties—and perhaps a fragment of the past he could never reach: those were the beautiful times when they had supported each other, days that could never be erased from Nicholas's heart, nor could Sarah ever forget.
He couldn't deny a trace of jealousy, but he chose to accept it.
From the courtyard below came the first sound of fireworks.
Oliver walked over and gently embraced his wife, saying very tenderly, "If you really need to cry, cry in my arms. I won't mock you for it."
Tears glistened in Sarah's eyes.
She looked up at him softly, then finally leaned against his shoulder. Her grief was overwhelming, her voice hoarse and broken, "Perhaps for him, this is also a kind of liberation."