Chapter 311 Sorry to Interrupt
Oliver chuckled, his smile downright irresistible. He suddenly shoved Isabelle against the wall.
His body pressed against hers, moving even more aggressively, making Isabelle moan softly, "Stop it, someone might see us."
Oliver's eyes were full of desire. He lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe, whispering seductively, "We don't have much time. How about a quick round?"
Isabelle's eyes sparkled with allure. She was used to enjoying herself, practically melting in Oliver's hands, savoring his touch while hugging him and humming softly, "Why do you care so much about her now? You were never this reserved with other women before."
Oliver laughed lowly and turned his head to kiss Isabelle.
Not far away, Sarah stood quietly, stunned. She saw Oliver, her ex-husband, in such a place, exploring another woman's body. Oliver's eyes were full of desire.
She no longer loved him. She just thought he was utterly disgusting.
The crystal chandelier in the hallway lit up Sarah's elegant dress, highlighting her pale face.
The couple in their pleasure also saw her.
Sarah smiled faintly, "Sorry to interrupt! You... please continue!"
"Sarah!" Oliver's voice was quick and urgent.
But Sarah no longer looked at him or the disgraceful scene. She didn't see Isabelle's flushed face and dreamy eyes in his arms, nor did she watch their shameless behavior.
She thought, 'This is the real Oliver, wanton and disgraceful!'
Sarah turned to leave, but then her wrist was grabbed by Oliver.
Sarah's voice was more intense than ever, "Let go of me!"
But Oliver didn't give her a chance to break free, his deep eyes staring at her, explaining, "It's just a game, not real."
Sarah's voice was hoarse, "Whether it's a game or real feelings with another woman, I don't care at all! Oliver, I just don't want to see it; please drop the act, okay? As you said, there's nothing between us but hatred!"
She struggled hard but couldn't break free. Oliver's face grew darker, and suddenly, he picked up Sarah and walked straight outside.
Behind them, Isabelle called out coquettishly, "Oliver!"
Zoey appeared at the right time, helping Isabelle straighten her clothes, gently advising, "Ms. Young, Mr. Windsor intends to return to his family, which might hurt your feelings. But from what I know about Mr. Windsor, he will compensate you for your emotional loss."
Isabelle felt a bit unbearable. In Vesper City, many wealthy men wanted to be with her, but she ignored them all. She even tolerated other women around Oliver.
Before, Ellie was her only worthy opponent.
After Oliver dumped Ellie, Isabelle thought she had a shot. But when it mattered most, Oliver ditched her too. Could a young girl like that really keep him happy?
Zoey guessed her thoughts. She smiled, "Ms. Young, feelings are hard to predict. Sometimes extreme hatred might be because of unrequited love. Besides, there are countless charming women around Mr. Windsor. Think carefully, Mrs. Windsor has her irreplaceability."
Isabelle exclaimed, "Aren't they divorced?"
Zoey smiled faintly, "Do you see Mr. Windsor acting like a divorced man? In his heart, Sarah is still Mrs. Windsor. Otherwise, he wouldn't care about being seen."
Hearing her words, Isabelle's body went limp.
Sarah was thrown into the car, not even having a chance to escape.
Oliver got in, pressed a button, and a black soundproof glass rose between the back seat and the front. He ordered the driver, "Drive!" The driver, not daring to glance around, hit the gas.
The windows rolled up.
Oliver sat across from Sarah, leaning back in the spacious leather seat. He stared at her while loosening his tie with his long fingers.
After a while, he sneered, repeating her previous words, "Sorry to interrupt? Continue? There's nothing between us but hatred? Yeah, you're right, we only have hatred between us, so I should torture you day and night. Seeing you in pain makes me feel good, right?"
After saying that, he pulled her, and Sarah fell into his arms.
She didn't want to be at a disadvantage, her voice light, "Oliver, I actually don't care about it. Compared to that video, this is nothing! Even if you really had sex with her there, it's just you changing a woman, taking off your clothes and having sex! Why should I care?"
Oliver laughed instead of getting angry. He lowered his head and kissed her, his voice raspy, "Yeah! You have someone else in your heart, so why would you care if I'm dirty or not? But, can you show me your magnanimity, Mrs. Windsor?"
Sarah's eyes widened with mist, she couldn't believe he wanted to have sex in the car.
The driver was still present. Oliver had just touched someone else, but she felt powerless to stop him. Sarah's dress was pulled down to her waist, the layers of luxurious fabric accentuating her delicate skin.
Oliver wasn't gentle at all. He was rough with her, and in those rising and falling invasions, his metal zipper scratched her tender skin. It hurt, that pain constantly tormenting her, forcing her to stay awake and endure.
In the heat of the moment, Oliver grabbed her chin, couldn't help but ask, "Are you still thinking about him?"
Sarah shook her head lightly, her voice trembling, "No! I'm not!"
Her party hairstyle, lightly pinned up, fell apart hopelessly, scattered on her delicate skin, stunningly beautiful. He only needed one hand to hold her slender waist, with a little force, he could see her exquisite appearance.
Oliver forced her, made her say she loved him.
But Sarah refused. He tortured her desperately, his Adam's apple moving, his eyes sexily staring at her sinking appearance.
The expensive car gently swayed up and down. The driver somewhat knew what was happening in the back. He didn't dare to look, just kept driving. He didn't dare to stop, so he kept circling the streets of Vesper City.
Through the black car window, inside the car, the scene was erotic.
Sarah was barely hanging on, lying against Oliver's shoulder, her face brushing against his white shirt. There was a noticeable red mark—Isabelle's lipstick! On the other side, there was a smear of blood.