Chapter 394 I Didn't Return All Night, Sarah Will Be Suspicious
Ellie was over the moon with Oliver's words.
She had hoped to stay, but she never thought Oliver would agree so easily. Overjoyed, she promised him, "Oliver, don't worry. I won't mess with your marriage anymore, and I won't cause any trouble. I just want to be close to you."
Her words were partly to please him, but they were also sincere.
For Ellie, she had no one else left. He was all she had.
Her eyes sparkled with tears.
Oliver watched her quietly, saying nothing. That night, he only stayed for a short while before leaving.
Two days later, he gifted her a luxurious apartment in a prime location.
It was 2,200 square feet, lavishly decorated.
This was done without Zoey's involvement; Oliver handled it personally.
The apartment was near the Windsor Group. He even hired a housekeeper for her.
Occasionally, he would visit for a meal, sit for a bit, and smoke.
He never stayed overnight, nor did he have any physical relationship with Ellie. It seemed he was seeking the warmth Sarah no longer gave him.
He kept all rumors about him and Ellie under wraps, also, he reduced his social engagements and stopped going to clubs.
To the outside world, Oliver's private life seemed clean, and those unaware in the business world envied his seemingly happy marriage with Sarah.
But these things couldn't be hidden from someone who shared his bed.
Every day, Oliver would come home and still engage in intimate activities with Sarah. His temper had improved significantly, and he was closer to their two children, occasionally holding Nicole and feeding her milk.
Women were sensitive, and Sarah had guessed there was another woman in his life.
As for who it was, she knew very well.
Dusk fell, and the villa's second-floor windows were covered in evening frost.
Sarah held her phone, looking at the hazy view outside, her tone indifferent, "I understand. If you get any photos, send them to me immediately." She hung up the phone.
But the phone rang again.
This time, it was Oliver. His voice was gentle, "Tonight is the company's year-end dinner. I might be home late. You and the kids go to bed first."
Sarah reached out her delicate fingers, lightly tracing the condensation on the glass.
She responded with a soft "Mm."
There was a coldness in her tone.
Oliver didn't hang up. He spoke softly, "The company's profits increased by ten percent this year. Sarah, what do you want for Christmas? A villa, jewelry, a yacht—anything."
A villa, jewelry, a yacht...
Was this his way of compensating for having another woman?
Sarah was no naive girl, and she wasn't unfamiliar with the wealthy people's world. These things were just material possessions to her. But since he offered, she didn't refuse, "We have enough houses. I'm not interested in yachts. Jewelry, then. Women always like jewelry."
Her willingness to accept made Oliver happy.
He hung up the phone.
Leaning back on the sofa, he leisurely flipped through a jewelry catalog. He chose an $80 million ruby set for Sarah, a unique piece by a famous designer. He also picked a feather brooch adorned with 64 seawater pearls, not particularly valuable but very delicate.
After the dinner, Oliver got into his car, checked the time, and decided to go to Brookside Apartments.
In the passenger seat were two expensive jewelry boxes, one large and one small.
Ten minutes later, he parked in front of an apartment building and took the smaller jewelry box with him as he got out.
When he knocked on the door, Ellie answered with a look of surprise.
She handed him slippers, her actions and expressions like those of a typical wife, "The housekeeper is off today, so it's just me. But I made your favorite cream of mushroom soup. I'll serve it to you in a bit."
Under the light, her expression was gentle.
Oliver took her wrist and said hoarsely, "This is for you."
He placed a delicate jewelry box in her palm.
Inside was a beautiful brooch.
Ellie's eyes welled up, her voice choked, "Oliver, you don't have to be so considerate."
Oliver said nothing. He walked into the living room like he owned the place, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV to watch the financial news.
The aroma of cream of mushroom soup filled the air...
He enjoyed everything here.
In truth, this was just his fantasy of what his marriage with Sarah could be. But Sarah was cold to him, so he sought that warmth with Ellie...
He now came over every night, enjoying the warmth of a home.
Late at night, a heavy rain began to pour outside!
There was even thunder.
Ellie leaned on his shoulder, playing with the brooch, her voice wistful, "Oliver, I wish we could stay like this forever. Just you and me, in love."
Oliver leaned back on the sofa, smoking lightly. He frowned.
He didn't love Ellie. His visits were just for some emotional comfort, unrelated to love.
However, he didn't want to embarrass her, so he patted his jacket lightly, "I should go."
"It's raining so hard outside." Ellie sat up, her voice soft as she pleaded, "Stay a little longer, until the rain stops."
As if on cue, thunder rumbled outside.
Oliver sat back down, casually watching the news again.
Ellie became restless.
She leaned on his shoulder, her hand exploring his chest, touching his sensitive spots, her face flushed as she kissed behind his ear. She knew this spot would drive him wild.
Oliver's blue eyes grew moist as he looked down at her.
After a moment, he stopped her, "Ellie, don't."
Ellie didn't want to miss the chance. She gazed at him seductively, boldly teasing him.
Oliver could only hold back so much.
But when he touched Ellie's left leg, the hard prosthetic instantly cooled his desire, leaving him feeling empty.
"Sorry." He released her, leaned back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
He smoked slowly, his expression cold.
Ellie felt utterly defeated.
She wanted to please him.
Oliver looked up at the crystal chandelier, speaking softly, "Forget it. I'll leave in a bit."
Ellie couldn't hold back her tears.
She cried in his arms, "Oliver, is there no chance for us? You used to love my body."
Oliver didn't explain.
Late at night, the rain poured down.
Oliver thought he would leave after staying for a while. He didn't want to stay out all night and make Sarah suspicious.
But he accidentally fell asleep.
The thunder woke him!
A flash of lightning split the sky, making the night as bright as day.
Oliver opened his eyes and realized he was still in Ellie's apartment. He checked the time—it was already 4:30 AM.
He quickly got up, leaving his jacket behind, and grabbed his car keys as he headed for the door.
Ellie woke up too. She chased after him, grabbing his arm, "It's still raining outside! Oliver, wait until morning."
But Oliver shook her off, his face was dark, "If I don't come home all night, Sarah will be suspicious."
Ellie blurted out, "Do you think she doesn't know?"
Oliver was stunned.
The next second, he forcefully opened the door and left quickly.
The wind carried the dampness into the luxurious apartment. Ellie stood there, coldly whispering, "How could a woman be so foolish? You really think your wife doesn't notice you're fooling around outside just because you're home every day?"
Oliver drove back to the villa.
The rain had stopped.
The sky was just beginning to lighten. The housekeeper was already up, preparing a lavish breakfast and sorting through Jacob and Nicole's clothes from the day before.
Seeing Oliver, the housekeeper shook Jacob's little pants, "Mr. Jacob Windsor wet his pants last night and was embarrassed for a long time! Mr. Oliver Windsor should go see him. Mr. Jacob Windsor is already feeling shy."
Oliver looked at the rows of tiny clothes.
They were so adorable.
His heart suddenly felt empty. He wiped his face and slowly walked into the foyer, then up to the second floor. He opened the master bedroom door and saw Sarah standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Hearing his footsteps, she turned to look at him quietly.
"Sarah!" Oliver's voice was hoarse as he spoke.