Chapter 401 Oliver, You Forced Me!
Sarah was in shock.
The black cloth over her head was suddenly soaked. She could barely believe it and croaked, "Are you really gonna do this?"
She struggled fiercely.
Her voice, raw and desperate, echoed in the night, "Oliver, what kind of bleak ending will make you stop?"
His large hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
He pressed against her and said in a deep, menacing voice, "There is no bad end! Sarah, we're gonna be together forever!"
The game was over.
The freedom he had given her was over. From now on, everything would be under his control. The photos she had taken were no longer a threat. He had transferred the project to another company, one he controlled, so it was still his project.
She could no longer threaten him.
Sarah didn't know, and he didn't want her to know, that he was willing to pamper her and let her take the lead. But he must retracted that decision. He should keep her firmly in his grasp, or she would be coveted by other men.
Lowell and Lester were so similar.
Half an hour later, the car drove into a secluded villa.
The car door opened, and Oliver carried her straight to the brightly lit entrance.
A minute later, the black cloth was removed from her head.
Oliver stared at her deeply.
He spoke slowly, "If you come back with me now, none of this has to happen! Sarah, I don't want to make you sad."
He gently touched her face.
Sarah turned her head away sharply, instinctively rejecting him.
Oliver's eyes darkened, his voice growing colder, "It seems you are unwilling! No matter, I think after tonight, that person will give up on you completely."
That person...
Sarah trembled uncontrollably.
When she was in Marigoldia, she had already seen through his tricks. Her voice quivered, "What are you planning now?"
"What do you think?" Oliver's blue eyes were cold, flashing with a terrifying fervor.
Lowell's desire for her brought back Oliver's unpleasant memories. This time, he wouldn't let Sarah have any chance to interact with others. He would stop it at the start.
Oliver stood up and pressed a button on a remote.
The TV wall opposite Sarah slowly rose, revealing a transparent glass wall.
Behind the glass wall, Lowell was bruised and battered, with tape over his mouth.
Oliver's blue eyes fixed on Sarah, his voice soft, "This is your admirer."
Sarah trembled all over.
Oliver had completely overturned her understanding of him.
She murmured, "Oliver, are you crazy? No matter how bad things are between us, we still have Jacob. How is this different from how you treat other women? How will Jacob grow up to be a decent person?"
"Jacob won't know." Oliver got crazy. "No one will know."
Sarah felt humiliated.
All of this made her feel deeply humiliated.
Oliver never loved her—it was never love, just sick obsession and wounded pride. A man like him had no heart, no capacity for love. If he truly understood love, how could he have let Ellie hurt her and Jacob? If he understood love, why couldn't he let go?
Oliver wasn't a man—he was a monster.
The light in Sarah's eyes began to fade until it disappeared.
She remembered the year she first approached him and kissed him, her heart racing... But now, all he gave her were painful memories.
He wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted Sarah to know she could never escape him.
Sarah couldn't take it anymore!
She looked up, disdainfully at the man she had once loved, wishing she could kill him. She made no sound, like a puppet, resisting him silently.
She even let out a slight snort. 'Oliver, you'll never have me.'
In the same villa, Lowell didn't know what was happening, but he felt he had implicated Sarah.
His heart screamed wildly.
'Don't hurt her!'
'She didn't do anything wrong, don't hurt her!'
But he couldn't stop it.
In the silent night, the sound of leaves rustling seemed to echo Sarah's breaking heart.
Lowell regretted it. He was wrong! He shouldn't have sought her out, shouldn't have had improper thoughts about her. If it weren't for him, Sarah wouldn't be treated like this. Oliver was truly a beast.
Dawn.
A ray of sunlight shone into the bedroom. Sarah was very quiet, her breathing so shallow it was barely audible. She stared at an unknown place, her eyes unfocused. She asked hoarsely, "Can I leave now?"
Oliver emerged from the bathroom.
He wore only a white bathrobe, wrapping his sexy, slender body. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his handiwork, then gently touched her delicate face. After a while, he said casually, "Come home with me! Sarah, where Jacob and I are is your home."
Sarah didn't respond.
After a while, she propped up her aching body, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and slowly put them on. From the beginning, she refused to look at him.
Oliver wanted to hold her back. He grabbed her hand.
But Sarah reacted strongly, shaking off his hand. She laughed vaguely, "Oliver, I need a shower! I need to go home and shower! I need to clean myself. I don't want to be with you, don't want to see you, don't want to hear your voice."
These words enraged him!
Did she really want to leave him that badly?
Couldn't she see his kindness and care for her now?
Oliver pulled her into his arms. He looked down at her eyes and said word by word, "You can't wash it off! Your body, inside and out, is full of my scent. We've been together for so many years, you can't wash it off. Sarah, isn't it good to be with me? Aren't I better than those other men? You were happy with me once, you loved me so much back then!"
They were so close, their eyelashes could almost touch each other's souls.
But Sarah showed no expression. She looked at him, who had been loved deeply by her, and said softly, "Why won't you let me go? Why are you forcing me? We should have parted amicably!"
"Oliver, I forgot what it felt like to love you a long time ago."
"Oliver, don't force me."