Chapter 353 The Knife Was Plunged into Oliver's Heart
Oliver yanked Sarah and tossed her into the car.
He slid into the driver's seat, lit up a cigarette, and took a slow drag to steady his nerves.
Sarah didn't try to bolt; she just sat there, cool as ice. "Where's Nicole?" she asked, her voice frosty.
"Is that why you came to Windcrest?"
"Yeah!"
Oliver stubbed out the cigarette, his tone just as cold. "If you want kids, we can have more or adopt, but not this one."
Sarah didn't budge. "I have to raise her, unless I'm dead! Oliver, let's make a deal. Give me Nicole, and I'll divorce you and leave with nothing. Then you can marry Ellie and make her dreams come true."
Oliver turned to her, sneering. "How do you know I want to marry her?"
He didn't say anything else. He just grabbed the hotel address from her purse. It was only about 3 miles away.
He lightly pressed the gas pedal.
Sarah's face went pale, and she clutched her clothes tightly, her voice tense. "Oliver, what are you going to do?"
He glanced at her and spoke bluntly, "We're married, and we haven't seen each other in a while. What do you think I want to do?"
Sarah swung her handbag at him, but he easily brushed it aside.
In less than ten minutes, they were at the hotel room Sarah had checked into. Oliver found the room, swiped the card, and shoved Sarah inside.
Sarah was about to speak when he yanked off her shoes and threw her onto the bed.
The bed was soft, and as soon as she hit it, she sank deeply into it. Her figure was supple and graceful, her face delicate, and under the light, she exuded the allure of a mature woman.
Oliver pressed her down on the bed. In a few swift moves, he stripped her bare. Then, he started unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving her, admiring her body.
When he bent over her, thrusting into her, Sarah let out a cry of pain. It hurt so much.
Oliver seemed to be punishing her deliberately. He looked into her eyes as he ravaged her body, not letting her feel anything but pain.
Her body had recovered a lot, smooth and delicate everywhere, making him lose control. His needs were already strong, so what started as a punishment turned into something uncontrollable. Oliver panted heavily, showing his immense pleasure and restraint. If it weren't for her recent recovery, he would have torn her apart.
Days of pent-up frustration were released.
He tenderly bent over, trying to kiss her.
Sarah didn't resist much. She even let him pin her arms to the pillow, allowing him to vent his desire. Occasionally, when he was too rough, she would let out a low moan, her face flushed and sweaty, turning on the white pillow.
Oliver loved her like this. He kept making love to her, feeling almost obsessed. He even thought that dying at this moment wouldn't matter.
"Do you like it? Do you like me doing this to you?" Oliver licked and kissed her chin, whispering passionately.
Sarah's eyes were misty, seemingly lost in the pleasure, but her hand was searching under the pillow.
When she grabbed the knife handle, she didn't hesitate. The blade plunged straight into Oliver's heart.
Oliver's body went rigid. He looked down in shock at his chest, where the knife was buried deep, blood pouring out.
Sarah, who wouldn't hurt a fly, had just stabbed a man.
Her face was pale, her body shaking, but she pushed the knife in deeper. In that unbearable pain, Oliver realized she must hate him so much she wanted him dead!
She wasn't leaving him any chance to survive, but there was one thing she didn't know.
Oliver's lips turned pale. He propped himself up and yanked the knife out with force, blood soaking half the bed sheet, a gruesome sight. He tossed the knife aside.
With his blood-stained fingers, he gripped her sharp chin.
Ignoring his injury, he leaned in to kiss her, his voice weak and broken. "Using your body to seduce me, then stabbing me, you must've thought about this for a long time!"
Sarah gave a faint smile, her voice hoarse. "I came to Windcrest not planning to leave alive."
Oliver laughed, leaning close to her neck, staring into her eyes, "Too bad you don't know, my heart's on the right side."
Sarah's eyes widened.
Oliver almost crushed her bones, kissing her neck wildly, using the most vulgar words to humiliate her, "You won't get another chance because next time, I'll tie you up and fuck you!"
Then he threw her aside.
He called the hotel's internal line, his voice weak but firm: "Room 2222, call an ambulance!"
Oliver woke up 24 hours later.
Zoey had rushed over overnight. Seeing Oliver awake, she immediately approached with concern. "Mr. Windsor, how are you?"
Oliver looked at her quietly. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "If it weren't for you, Sarah wouldn't have come to Windcrest, and she wouldn't have found the place."
Zoey replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Windsor."
Oliver turned his head, staring at the ceiling, asking softly, "Where's Sarah?"
Zoey remained silent.
Oliver frowned and asked again, "Where's Sarah?"
Zoey hesitated for a moment, then told him the truth. "Mrs. Windsor turned herself in to the local police in Windcrest! The charge is premeditated murder, and if convicted, she could be looking at about 20 years. Mr. Windsor, if you still want to make love to her, you'll probably have to do it in a prison cell."
Oliver's face turned extremely grim.
Zoey then delivered more bad news, "Due to Mrs. Windsor's confession, your relationship with Ms. Johnson has become international news. Reporters have surrounded Ms. Johnson's villa, all eager to interview her as the most notorious mistress. Additionally, the Windsor Group's stock hit its lower limit today!"
After hearing this, Oliver still stared at the ceiling, calmly asking, "Who taught her this? I don't remember teaching her this in recent years."
Zoey smiled slightly, "You forgot, Mrs. Windsor's maiden name is Miller."