Chapter 153
Looking at William's retreating figure, Oscar's eyes gradually dimmed.
I walked up and intertwined my fingers with his: "Can't bear to do it?"
Oscar shook his head with a smile. "It's not that I can't bear it, I'm just... emotional. A man that proud actually ended up kneeling before me. The Novagen Group that looked flawless on the surface, when it went bankrupt, it was just a matter of moments."
I could tell he had softened. After all, Oscar was still very kind. No matter how ruthless he acted, he always has some ounce of softness left in him.
The phone rang suddenly. I glanced at his screen - it was Alan calling.
As he answered, Alan's voice came through: "Uncle Oscar, William went to see you. Strike while he is down. No mercy."
Oscar's brows furrowed tightly: "Alan, that's your dad. Even if Grace isn't your real mom, she raised you for over twenty years. Do you really hate them that much?"
Alan's tone was contemptuous: "Don't tell me you pity him, Uncle Oscar. Have you really forgotten what you said before? Can you face your mom? I really overestimated you before. Your mercy will get you killed sooner or later."
Oscar took a deep breath: "They have no chance of making a comeback now. Even if they leave now, do you think they can live well? Living like this, hiding everywhere, is their punishment."
Alan laughed coldly: "Fine, good for you. You're so righteous. We're not the same kind of people. From now on, whatever I do, you'd better stay out of it."
Oscar couldn't help questioning: "What are you planning now? You already had people investigate The Novagen Group. Isn't that enough?"
Alan had already hung up harshly.
Oscar let out a long breath and smiled bitterly at me: "Some things are beyond my control. If they want to sneak away, it won't be that easy."
"Do you regret it?" I asked him with my head tilted and a smile.
He didn't answer, but asked me back: "What about you? Do you regret it?"
I smiled slightly: "Me? I'm probably worse than you. I just feel they're not miserable enough yet. They could be even more miserable. Sophia, in particular. The mere fact that she remained comfortably settled in that hotel, resting, was enough to unsettle her."
Oscar reached out and touched my hair: "After everyone knows she's a homewrecker, she probably doesn't dare go out now either."
I shook my head: "That's not enough. I need to have her dear parents send her to the pillar of shame together."
Oscar didn't quite understand what I meant, but he still nodded in agreement: "Don't think about these things. You've been staying up late every night recently, you even have dark circles. Get some rest early. Let's find time to move out."
I looked confused: "Where are you moving to?"
Oscar ruffled my hair: "I bought another villa. It's closer to your company too. This place, and those things from the inheritance, I'm planning to sell them all."
I quickly asked: "Do you need money? If you don't have money, I have some."
Oscar let out a laugh. "I don't need money. I just don't want what he left me. I'll donate all the money from selling these things. He wouldn’t give it when he was alive, and I don't care for it now that he’s gone."
I felt deeply sorry for Oscar. I hadn't lived his life and couldn't fully understand, but if this was his decision, he must have his reasons: "As long as you're happy, I'll listen to you."
"Thank you, Emily." He reached out and held me in his arms, his warm kisses following my neck, moving up bit by bit.
These days, he was busy, and I was busy. All the accumulated passion erupted like a volcano at this moment. He kissed my lips passionately, stripping off my clothes inch by inch.
My hand gently stroked his abs, with a smile, hooking his belt, actively walking toward the bedroom.
He curved his lips and covered the back of my hand, pulling my restless hand, slowly exploring downward. When his erected cock was grasped in my palm, he groaned, cradled my head, lifted me by the waist, and pressed me onto the bed.
In a dizzy spin, I looked up at his face almost within reach and kissed him first.
He responded passionately to my kiss, using hands and feet to remove the last clothing from our bodies. His slender, strong hands gently held my waist, and thrust into my vagina, and with a satisfied moan, began to move rhythmically.
Two burning bodies rose and fell in passion, like a sailless boat in the vast ocean, only able to embrace each other tightly, possessing each other.
"Emily, with you loving me, this world isn't so bad after all." His head buried in my neck, deeply inhaling my scent, forcefully thrusting inside my body.
I bit my lip but couldn't suppress the shameful moans from my throat. My hands tightly hugged his waist, slightly lifting my lower body to let him thrust deeper.
When his cock ejaculated in my vagina, I had almost passed out.
I could feel him carrying me to the bathroom to clean me carefully, his warm fingers caressing every inch of my skin.
"Where's the morning-after pill? Find it for me later." I muttered with my eyes closed.
Oscar's voice was tender with self-reproach: "Next time I'll definitely remember to bring condoms. Taking too many morning-after pills isn't good, or... should we have a baby?"
His words startled me awake. I opened my eyes and looked at him: "What did you say?"
Oscar looked at my confused face and smiled. His finger gently tapped my nose as he said very seriously: "I said let's have a baby, whether it's a boy or a girl."
I blinked, then shook my head, making sure I wasn't dreaming: "But we're not even married yet."
Oscar smiled gently: "Then let's get married."
He said it so casually, like telling me the weather was nice today.
"Who just gets married like that? And your dad just passed away..." I couldn't help reminding him.
Oscar still smiled: "But I've already asked you to marry me many times. You just never gave me a clear answer. And I think he would have wanted to see us get married too."
I had no words for his response.
"So, Emily, let's get married. Pick a time, invite everyone to witness it. I'll make you happy." Oscar kissed me lightly on the lips, his voice almost bewitching.
In a daze, I actually nodded.
Marriage meant having our own family.
With Oscar, I was willing.