Chapter 475 Oliver: I Finally Married You 2
The emcee finished the announcement as Clara and Claire walked onto the stage together.
Today was a big day. Clara and Claire were dressed in festive attire, their faces radiant with joy.
Clara had long since put the past behind her, wanting only Oliver's happiness. Claire, even more so, had always hoped for Oliver and Sarah to find harmony together. Now they had not only reconciled but were celebrating this grand wedding, with a baby on the way—the fruit of their love.
Claire could barely contain her happiness as she sat beside Clara in the seats of honor.
A hostess approached with two glasses of champagne on an elegant rosewood tray, awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. The guests fell silent in anticipation.
Matthew watched from a distance.
He stared at what should have been his place—now occupied by an elderly housekeeper who would receive the couple's toast. For him, this was the ultimate humiliation.
Sarah had truly disowned him as her father.
He turned to leave, but paused as the music started. Glancing back at the stage, he saw the bride and groom appear—hand in hand, radiant with happiness.
Clara and Claire beamed with joy, barely able to contain their excitement as they prepared to give their gifts. Sarah looked a little shy, but her eyes shone with happiness.
Oliver picked up two champagne flutes, handed one to Sarah, and together they raised a toast to their mothers. Clara wiped away tears, and Claire quietly dabbed at her eyes, her voice trembling as she said, "To your happiness—may your life together be filled with joy. I'm just so proud of you both."
Oliver then announced that Claire would be Sarah's honorary mother, and that he and Sarah would care for Claire in her old age.
Furthermore, Jacob, Nicole, and their unborn child would all call Claire "Grandmother."
Claire burst into tears, gently touching Oliver's cheek. "But I've grown so accustomed to addressing you formally!"
Oliver replied with emotion, "Call me Oliver."
Claire hesitated briefly before agreeing.
The hostess brought another glass of champagne.
Oliver presented it to Claire, who drank it with satisfaction—washing away seven years of Sarah's hardships and all the sorrows Oliver and Sarah had endured. From now on, only happiness and sweetness remained.
Claire finished her drink and took her seat at the main table.
This was the most glorious and fulfilling day of her life.
Matthew continued watching.
He observed how Oliver cherished Sarah, saw the happiness on her face, and noticed the careful way she moved. 'She must be pregnant,' he thought.
Matthew could bear no more.
As he was leaving, Sarah spotted him. Father and daughter, separated by the bustling crowd and festive atmosphere, faced each other in silence.
Her eyes registered shock.
He remained frozen, not even entitled to offer congratulations.
Years ago, he had searched the world for crystal palace lanterns for her—now it seemed like a dream, or rather, a joke. Matthew gave her one last, long look before slowly disappearing into the celebrating crowd.
Sarah watched him leave.
Her eyes quietly filled with tears.
Oliver noticed and followed her gaze, seeing nothing. Yet he quickly guessed Matthew had been there and had now left.
Oliver gently took Sarah's hand, looked into her eyes, and said with a warm smile, "I'll always love you and stand by you. Even if everyone else leaves, I'll still be here—your husband and the father of our kids. It'll always be us, Sarah. I promise."
Sarah's eyes grew more moist as she squeezed his hand in return.
After their long journey, they had finally truly united.
As night fell, Oliver appeared thoroughly intoxicated while entertaining the guests. Eventually, his childhood friends persuaded him to leave the banquet and escorted him to the presidential honeymoon suite of the five-star hotel.
Once the suite door closed, Oliver's drunkenness vanished instantly, his eyes perfectly clear.
Sarah was in the living room, opening wedding gifts.
She had just unwrapped Felix's present—an expensive set of gold medallions. Though valuable, it was nothing romantic, yet Oliver was consumed with jealousy at the sight.
He took the gift, examining it thoroughly.
'So cold,' he thought. 'Felix really doesn't know her at all.'
Finally, sitting on the sofa, he remarked jealously, "Felix once pursued Grace when she was still Henry's wife, and recently he pursued you. Does he make a habit of chasing other men's wives?"
He was clearly fishing for his wife's attention.
Sarah scoffed, "When he pursued me, I wasn't your wife. I was single!"
"Do you regret it?" Oliver asked with a low laugh.
He pulled her gently into his arms, held the nape of her neck, and kissed her passionately. After a long moment, he whispered huskily, "Even if you regret it, it's too late. You're my wife now."
Sarah found his possessiveness childish.
She was planning to finish unwrapping gifts tomorrow and take a shower to remove her makeup, when a box fell open, revealing a pair of luxury diamond watches. This brand and model would cost at least $4 million for the pair.
The gift was from Juniper.
Sarah stared at him expectantly, clearly wanting an explanation. Oliver rubbed his nose awkwardly and mumbled, "Grace's friend, Juniper. They grew up together."
Sarah smiled faintly. "The three of you grew up together, didn't you?"
"There's no story there," Oliver insisted.
Seeing his discomfort, Sarah was amused but tenderly caressed his handsome face. "She must have had feelings for you, or she wouldn't have sent such an expensive gift."
Oliver thought to himself, 'She has a nose for these things.'
His blue eyes gazed at her intently.
After a moment, he swept her into his arms, his voice soft, "No more questions. Now I'm going to do what I've been wanting to do."
Sarah's hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate, gentle face.
Bathed in moonlight, Oliver gazed at his new bride with passionate blue eyes, cherishing every moment by her side.
Their bodies intertwined as they made love through the night, their passion lasting until sunrise.