Chapter 340 His Pursuit and Marriage to Her Were All Premeditated
Sarah knew she messed up. She shouldn't have gone out with Oliver. She wanted to push him away, but she was too drained. He gently stroked her hair.
The fancy restaurant was lit only by silver candles, and it was just the two of them, high above the city. Sarah was terrified; stepping back felt like falling into an abyss, while stepping forward meant a warm embrace.
In the end, with red eyes, Sarah leaned on his shoulder and muttered that he was a jerk.
Oliver held her, looking down at her delicate, glowing face.
Her long hair flowed smoothly over her slim shoulders. She was wearing a slightly off-the-shoulder sweater, and now, with one shoulder half-exposed, she was softly leaning into his arms.
Oliver knew that if he took one more step, she would be his.
He thought to himself that if she weren't Dylan's sister, she would truly be the most wonderful girl in the world. She was so well-protected, innocent, and pure... She liked him so cautiously, guarding her own secret so carefully, afraid that anyone else might find out.
But Sarah's thoughts were written all over her face; how could he not see them?
Oliver still hadn't been intimate with her; they were still just dating.
It took him less than half a year to make her deeply infatuated with him, and then he took her to Vesper City for a trip.
That day, he predicted there would be a heavy rainstorm.
He took Sarah to play golf, and on their way back, they got stuck halfway up the mountain, so they checked into a high-end hotel. There were many rooms, but Oliver only asked for one suite.
When he took the room key, Sarah tugged at his sleeve, looking at him with wide eyes.
Oliver knew she didn't want to have sex with him, but he felt it was about time. He had spent too much time on her, and he believed that if he persisted, she wouldn't be able to hold her ground. She was so obedient and well-behaved.
Oliver's gaze were deep as he held her hand and led her into the suite.
The room was about 800 square feet, decorated with natural wood.
Once inside, Oliver took a phone call. After about five minutes, he turned to Sarah, lifting his chin slightly, "Your clothes are all wet. Go take a shower first, and I'll dry your hair when you come out."
Sarah, barefoot, stepped on the wool carpet, feeling a bit nervous.
But seeing Oliver's gentlemanly demeanor, focused only on business, she thought she was overthinking it, 'Sarah, what are you thinking? He doesn't mean that!'
Sarah relaxed and went to the bathroom to shower.
Soon, the bathroom was filled with steam, and Sarah's body was faintly visible. She hummed a song, enjoying the pleasure of the shower.
The bathroom door was gently opened.
She immediately covered herself, shrinking into a corner, looking at him with pitiful eyes.
Oliver's gaze deepened. He closed the glass door behind him, blocking the view of the room, and walked towards her, naturally embracing her and kissing her.
His kiss was no longer restrained but indulgent, giving in to desires.
Sarah clung to his tall, firm body, whispering that she was scared. Oliver gently teased her, his eyes focused on her reactions. Sarah's body was sensitive and fragile, going weak under his touch.
Oliver was very patient. When she was ready, he turned off the hot water, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
On the sheets, their bodies intertwined. Amidst the unbearable pain and pleasure, her hands were held by Oliver, fingers tightly interlocked. The sounds of pleading and gentle, hoarse coaxing filled the night with tender whispers.
A week later, they completed their marriage paperwork.
In a small chapel in Vesper City, they held a wedding, and Sarah became Oliver's wife.
She moved with him to Vesper City, transferring to Vesper City ArtScape Academy to study. She thought she was very happy. At first, Oliver indeed treated her well, coming home every night for about three months.
But later, Oliver rarely came home, once a week at first, and then sometimes only once a month.
Occasionally, Oliver would have a faint scent of women's perfume on him, and there would be lipstick marks on his shirt. He never hid it from her. She thought he was deliberately letting her know.
Gradually, Sarah began to understand that Oliver didn't love her. His pursuit and marriage to her were all premeditated!