Chapter 308 Sarah Met Dylan
Oliver had acted on impulse earlier; he didn't really want to remarry her. The whole remarrying thing was just a bargaining chip. If she wasn't into it, he wouldn't push it.
Feeling a bit more composed, Oliver let go of Sarah, gave Jacob's cheek a gentle pinch, and headed to the living room couch.
He thought about lighting up a cigar but decided against it because of Jacob. Instead, he grabbed a magazine and started flipping through it.
There was a ton of stuff waiting for him at the office, and Zoey was downstairs, but Oliver just wanted to hang around a bit longer.
In the bedroom, Jacob woke up. Sarah, still getting the hang of things, made some milk and coaxed him to drink it. She then held him and patted him gently, just like Olivia had shown her. Sarah took it seriously; she cherished the chance to care for Jacob.
Once Jacob finished his milk and fell asleep again, Sarah carefully placed him in the crib, straightened her dress, and walked to the living room.
Oliver was on the couch, still flipping through the magazine. Hearing her footsteps, he casually asked, "Is Jacob asleep?"
Sarah nodded and sat across from him. For the first time, she spoke calmly, "Oliver, when are you going to let Dylan out?"
Oliver stared at her for a moment before giving a faint smile. "That's not up to me. When they can't find any evidence against him and can't file a case, they'll release him."
The conversation annoyed him. He got up and walked towards the door.
At the door, Oliver paused but didn't turn around. He spoke softly, "Sarah, you must hate me, right? You probably think I've been playing you from the start, that I never really cared. But ask yourself, do you still have any feelings for me now?"
Sarah gave a wry smile but didn't answer. She couldn't.
Oliver didn't expect her to. He quickly left, went downstairs, and got into the waiting car, feeling a bit more at ease. Zoey was sitting across from him.
Oliver loosened his tie, closed his eyes, and sighed, "You think I shouldn't have brought her back, don't you?"
Zoey smiled faintly, "A good secretary wouldn't meddle in your personal life."
Oliver opened his eyes slightly and shot her a cold glance.
That night, Oliver had a meeting at the company and didn't return to the villa.
The next day, Sarah called Zoey.
After hearing her request, Zoey spoke gently, "I'll talk to Mr. Windsor about it. But honestly, if you spoke to him personally, I think he'd agree."
Sarah pressed her lips together, "I don't want to talk to him."
On the other end of the line, Zoey was stunned but could only sigh lightly.
After hanging up, Zoey walked into the president's office. Oliver was reading a document. Zoey conveyed Sarah's request and then added, "Mrs. Windsor hasn't seen her family in two years."
"Aren't Jacob and I her family?" Oliver's voice was cold.
Zoey thought this request was a lost cause, but surprisingly, Oliver didn't refuse. After a moment, he spoke lightly, "Arrange for them to meet. If she doesn't see him, she'll cry again. Zoey, you have no idea how much Sarah loves to cry."
Zoey replied tactfully, "Young girls always like to act spoiled."
Oliver was deep in thought. He realized Sarah wasn't a naive girl anymore. She didn't have that innocent look in her eyes; now, she was much more sophisticated.
Maybe it was this change that made him lose control that day. Even though she was the same person, being with her felt different.
When Oliver snapped back to reality, he made a slight gesture, "You can go now."
Zoey acted quickly. That afternoon, Sarah saw Dylan. In the small visiting room, the siblings met for the first time in three years.
Dylan wasn't as glorious as before, his eyes filled with tears as he kept staring at Sarah.
"Dylan!" Sarah couldn't control herself and tightly hugged him. She had too much regret in her heart. If she hadn't trusted Oliver so easily, he wouldn't have gotten that evidence, and Dylan wouldn't have ended up in the detention center.
She wanted to speak, but Dylan wouldn't let her. He looked at Sarah gently, his voice hoarse, "How are you doing now? Is your child okay?"
Sarah clutched his sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling but unable to form words. After a moment, she finally managed, "I'm fine! My child is fine too! His name is Jacob."
And with that, she broke down completely.
The Miller family had a long-standing grudge against the Windsor family, yet here she was, with a child by Oliver. She felt ashamed, but Jacob was her child, and she loved him.
Dylan couldn't stand seeing her like this. He didn't blame Sarah; he had always protected her too well. Back then, Sarah was just 22, and Oliver was already a ruthless businessman, hardened by five years in prison. How could Sarah stand a chance against him?
Dylan was clear-headed. Once Sarah calmed down, he held her arm and spoke softly, "Don't worry about me. If you get the chance, take Jacob and leave Evergreen City. Even a small town will do, just stay away from Oliver. If he finds you and makes things difficult, go to Grace."
Mentioning Grace, Dylan's expression changed slightly. He paused before continuing, "She has a soft heart."
Sarah thought back to two years ago when Grace had helped her. Grace had traveled from Dawnstar to Vesper City to take care of the Lester family, and Sarah was deeply grateful.
Sarah was about to speak when she noticed Dylan's expression.
She hesitated and blurted out, "Dylan, do you like her?"
Dylan's face showed pain, but he didn't deny it. He asked the detention center staff for a cigarette. As he lit it and watched the smoke rise, he thought of that afternoon in his office when he first really noticed Grace.
The light was dim, Grace's face was gentle yet sorrowful, but still beautiful.
In the past, Dylan was solely focused on work and revenge, rarely thinking about women. He seldom even considered his physical needs.
But seeing Grace that time, he realized he also had the most basic and hidden desires of a man.
As the cigarette burned out, Dylan smiled bitterly, "I once struggled with whether to give up revenge for her."
Whether it was love or not, it was clear. He had fallen for Grace, and that was evident.
Sarah didn't stay long because she only had half an hour according to the rules.
As she was leaving, Dylan still told her to take care of herself, but how could she? Sarah stood at the door, the orange-red sunset casting a glow on her young, innocent face. She gave Dylan a helpless and bitter smile and said, "Dylan, actually, if I go along with him, life isn't that hard."
"Sarah!" Dylan was shocked. He wanted to say more but was forcibly taken away.
Sarah stood there for a long time until someone politely asked her to leave, saying, "Mrs. Windsor, if you stay here any longer, Mr. Windsor will be unhappy."
Sarah lifted her eyes slightly and, after a moment, gave a wry smile, "Even here, I can't escape his surveillance, can I?"
The person was stunned, but Sarah had already left.
At the door, a black limousine was already waiting for her.
The driver opened the door for her, smiling, "Mr. Windsor just called and told me to make sure I don't neglect Ms. Miller. I told him, no way! Ms. Miller's business is Mr. Windsor's business; I'd never neglect it!"
The driver didn't know the details, and Sarah didn't explain. She quietly sat in the back seat of the limousine, silently shedding tears in the dim space.
By the time she returned to the villa, it was already dusk.
The sunset bathed the courtyard, creating a beautiful scene.
As Sarah got out of the car, she saw Oliver's black Rolls-Royce. She was slightly stunned to see that Oliver was back.
He was standing at the entrance, quietly watching Sarah as she stood in the sunset, her white dress fluttering, her long hair gently swaying in the evening breeze.
Even after having a child, she still looked so beautiful.
He walked down slowly, approached her, and gently touched the corner of her eye, his voice unusually soft, "Your eyes are so red, have you been crying?"
Sarah didn't want Oliver to touch her and turned her face away sharply. "No!"
He withdrew his hand and said casually, "It seems I was too soft-hearted letting you go. Seeing him only made you unhappy; there's no need to see him again in the future."
Sarah panicked. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Oliver."