Chapter 325 Oliver, I Don't Want You
Oliver was cold as ice. Ellie, swallowing her pride, begged him, "Please, for the sake of what we had, cut me some slack. If you don't, I won't be able to find a job."
She cried out, "He dumped me because of family pressure! I've got nothing left!"
Oliver didn't budge and shot back, "Aren't these the consequences of your own actions? You want me to give you a break, but did you ever leave yourself one?"
Standing in the twilight, he lit a cigarette. He looked noble and distant, nothing like the man Ellie once loved.
Pale blue smoke drifted up and got carried away by the evening breeze. Oliver's voice was cold and unfeeling, "Leave Evergreen City and never come back."
Ellie stepped back, staring at him in disbelief, choking on her words, "Are you really going to push me to the edge? If I leave Evergreen City, I truly have nothing left. My family, my career, my connections are all here. You want me to leave?"
She wanted to plead more, but Oliver wasn't having it. He turned, stubbed out his cigarette, and headed for the entrance.
Ellie grabbed his arm, "Oliver, I'm begging you, back then I..."
Oliver shook her off and walked inside, telling the servants, "Escort her out. Without my permission, don't let her in again."
Two people immediately dragged Ellie away.
She was thrown outside. She tried to go back in, but the two black carved doors slowly closed in front of her, just like Oliver's heart.
She looked at the doors and smiled faintly.
Oliver walked into the hall, and Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
Olivia told him, "Mrs. Windsor is upstairs. Mr. Windsor, she hasn't been feeling well lately and rarely goes out. She usually just knits at home. If you really care for her, find a way to take her out for some fresh air. A gloomy heart can lead to illness."
Oliver took off his coat, holding it in his hand, and responded with a light hum.
Upstairs, Sarah was indeed knitting.
At her feet was a small cradle, where Jacob slept soundly. Sarah knitted while occasionally glancing at Jacob.
Because of Ellie, Oliver felt a bit guilty.
He walked over, squatted down, gently touched Jacob's face, and said softly, "She won't bother you anymore."
Sarah didn't respond. She kept sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly knitting. The night behind her made her look even more frail and thin, and her occasional coughs were heart-wrenching.
Oliver held her hand.
Sarah looked up into his eyes, "Let go! Oliver, what do you want me to say? That your thing with Ellie is over? That I forgive you? That we should just go back to being a happy couple?"
"Can't we?" Oliver asked back.
A night breeze blew in.
A strand of hair fell over Oliver's forehead, covering half of his eyes, making him look even more profound and unreadable.
He wasn't questioning; he was pleading. He was pleading for her forgiveness, her affection, and a fresh start.
Sarah looked at him quietly for a long time before softly saying, "But Oliver, we're not a couple anymore. What's there to forgive? What's there to fix?"
Jacob woke up, feeling uneasy.
Oliver comforted Jacob while lowering his head to ask her, "Sarah, in your heart, what are we?"
Sarah's voice was distant, "Oliver, I'm not your lover; I'm just your prisoner."
Another night breeze blew through, sending a chill down Oliver's spine.
That night, he slept in the study and had a dream.
He dreamt that Sarah left, taking Jacob and all the scarves and sweaters she had knitted for him. The bedroom was empty, with only a veil gently swaying.
"Sarah!" Oliver woke up in a cold sweat. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was still dark. It was only 3 AM.
Oliver felt uneasy and couldn't sleep anymore. He got up, opened the study door, and walked towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door was ajar, with a sliver of light shining through.
When he entered, he was surprised to see Sarah in the living room, wearing only a thin nightgown, glowing under the light.
She was very thin but still beautiful.
Oliver stared at the medicine in her hand and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell? Why are you taking medicine in the middle of the night?"
Sarah took the medicine and replied indifferently, "My stomach hurts."
She didn't want to say much to him. These days, they lived like strangers in the same house, polite yet distant.
She thought tonight would be the same.
But Oliver was not satisfied. He had a bad dream and was now very anxious.
He desperately wanted her, to prove she was still by his side. As she walked away, he grabbed her slender wrist, gently pushed her onto the couch, and his strong body followed.
Sarah was thin and frail, while he was strong and muscular. She was almost crushed by him.
He started kissing her, moving from her nose to her lips, then to her soft earlobes.
Oliver was burning with desire. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He whispered in her ear, saying there would be no one else, that he only wanted her.
Sarah didn't want him at all. How could she be willing to have sex with him again?
When Oliver kissed her, she struggled desperately, her mouth uttering suppressed and broken words, "Get away! Oliver, I don't want you!"
He pinned her down, his eyes deep.
Oliver asked her softly, "If you don't want me, who do you want?"
His words were gentle, but his actions were not. Despite Sarah's resistance, he forced himself on her. The couch beneath them moved rhythmically.
Sarah's slender legs hung off the couch, weakly swaying with Oliver's movements.
No matter how passionate he was, she remained cold. She stared at the crystal chandelier, letting Oliver have his way. Her eyes were devoid of light, just like her heart that had gone cold a long time ago.
One-sided sex was always boring, so Oliver wrapped it up quickly.
As he got up to leave, he noticed a trickle of red blood running down Sarah's leg. He paused and called her, "Sarah!"
Sarah looked down at the blood. He had been too rough, causing her to bleed.