Chapter 322 She Had Loved Him So Passionately
Evergreen City, a swanky neighborhood.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop downstairs. Oliver didn't hop out right away; he just sat there, puffing on a cigarette.
He thought back to Sarah, on her knees, voice shaking as she begged him to send Jacob away.
Sarah wanted Dylan, or maybe Grace and Henry, to take Jacob. She couldn't stand the idea of Jacob staying with him. To her, he was just a mistake.
As the smoke drifted away, Oliver finally opened the door and stepped out.
Lost in thought, Oliver skipped the elevator and took the emergency stairs, all 22 floors. He stood at Ellie's door and rang the bell.
After a moment, Ellie opened the door. She'd gone all out, with perfect makeup and a sexy nightgown. Leaning against the door, she wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck and purred, "You haven't been here in days!"
In the next second, Oliver grabbed her neck, pinning her against the door. Ellie couldn't handle it.
Her body went limp, she couldn't breathe, her face turning red. She desperately slapped at Oliver's hand. But he didn't let up. He stared at her coldly, his voice icy, "Are you nuts? You think this thing between us is something to brag about? You were the one who came on to me in the lounge. You offered yourself, I paid you—it was just business! And you had to make a scene in front of Sarah to prove I love you? Ellie, are you out of your mind?"
Ellie kept slapping his hands, terror in her eyes. She'd never seen Oliver like this. She didn't doubt for a second that if murder were legal, Oliver would kill her right now. Yeah, he wanted to kill her!
Ellie's heart sank. She'd loved him deeply. Oliver had the looks, the talent, and was great in bed. Any woman would fall for that. Plus, she'd been with him for so long, and he always treated her well—so well that she dreamed of becoming his wife.
But then Oliver went to Dawnstar, and everything changed. He went back to his family. He'd just divorced Sarah, and then they got back together.
Ellie felt like a joke. In the high society of Evergreen City, people who once flattered her now laughed at her and kicked her when she was down. It didn't matter. They were back together. Even though she had a boyfriend, it didn't stop her from wanting Oliver. She provoked Sarah again, just to make him choose her.
Oliver let go of her. Ellie's eyes were red, and she coughed, looking a mess.
Ellie lowered her gaze and suddenly laughed, "Oliver, she doesn't love you anymore! Do you really not know, or are you just pretending? Or maybe you're pretending not to care? Look at yourself, Oliver. You call me crazy, say I'm out of my mind, but how much better are you? You're just a sad guy who can't find love!"
"She's known about us for a long time and never said a word. Doesn't that mean she doesn't care? Today, I helped you, and she finally reacted. See, she does care about you—she's unhappy. Did that make you feel better, so you came to bother me?"
Oliver's face was ice-cold. Finally, Ellie pulled herself together. She flicked her hair back and sneered, "I can't take it anymore! Why do I have to be just your side piece? Why should I marry a guy I don't even love? Oliver, you have no idea how much I've given up for you!"
Thinking back, Ellie still felt the sting, but he had no clue.
Back then, Oliver was all about building his business empire. All he cared about was growth and going public. He never thought about who she was drinking with every night, how much she drank, or if she ended up puking her guts out.
Oliver got successful and famous, then he went after Sarah. That wild guy even played the innocent card—confessing his love and taking her on romantic night tours. Despite his wild past and other women, he respected her and cared about her feelings. He even agreed to no sex before marriage, not even a French kiss.
That night, Ellie was drunk and dragged into a hotel by three guys. And Oliver? He was out on a date with Sarah.
Tears welled up in Ellie's eyes. She wished Oliver would care for her just a bit more. Even if it meant reopening old wounds, she wanted a chance to start over. But Oliver didn't. He just looked at her coldly, his voice flat, "No matter what happened before, from now on, we're done."
With that, he walked away. Behind him, Ellie asked in a shaky voice, "You mean, no more contact?"
Oliver didn't answer. He just disappeared from sight.
Ellie slowly sank to the ground. Oliver had never loved her, never. How ridiculous she felt!
After leaving, Oliver was supposed to go home. Today was Jacob's birthday!
But when his car reached the villa gate, he hesitated. He sat in the car, staring at the two black carved gates, thinking about what might be happening inside.
Sarah holding Jacob, happy with the servants, her face serene with a smile.
If he went back, her smile would vanish the moment she saw him.
In the luxurious black car, Oliver sat quietly, feeling a sense of dread as he neared home. He didn't want to go in, nor did he dare to.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked slowly to calm his nerves. After finishing the cigarette, he lowered his eyes and drove away.
He realized he had nowhere to go. He had taken revenge on Dylan, tormented Sarah to the point of breaking her spirit, but he wasn't happy.
Power and women couldn't excite him. He wondered what he really wanted.
Oliver gripped the steering wheel, driving under the April sun, the villa behind him getting farther and farther away, and the vows he made with Sarah at the church also becoming more distant.
In a daze, he recalled the first time he met Sarah. She looked at him so innocently, appearing beautiful and enchanting.
Back then, Sarah liked Oliver so much. She had loved him passionately, willing to follow him to Vesper City and secretly marry him.
Suddenly, Oliver slammed on the brakes. Curses erupted around him as he sat in the car, breathing heavily.