Chapter 299 He Didn't Know How Long She Had Been Watching
After soaking for what felt like forever, Sarah finally climbed out of the hot spring. Her skin was reddened from the heat, but it still appeared youthful and firm, particularly on her back.
Oliver couldn't take his eyes off her.
Olivia felt awkward. She quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around Sarah, and guided her back inside.
The pool area was quiet, but Oliver's mind was racing. He leaned back against the steamy water, trying to relax, but all he could think about was Sarah's naked body and the times they had been together.
The memories made the hot spring feel even hotter.
After another fifteen minutes, Oliver took a shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and slowly made his way up to the master bedroom on the second floor.
As soon as he walked in, he remembered they were divorced and probably shouldn't be sharing a bed anymore.
But it was late, and he didn't feel like dealing with a cold guest room, so he just climbed into bed. When he lifted the blanket, he saw Sarah cuddled up with Jacob.
Jacob's little face pressed against Sarah's body was a sweet sight—just not to Oliver.
His desire flared up again. He moved Jacob aside and pressed down on Sarah, kissing her and lifting her nightgown.
He was in a rush. She wasn't ready, but he couldn't wait.
The bed shook, and so did Sarah beneath him. She pushed against his shoulders, trying to resist, her voice breaking, "No! No."
Oliver didn't think it was a big deal. They were divorced, but she was still his woman, Jacob's mom. He still wanted her, wanted to take care of her. Besides, he couldn't stop now.
Sarah's body was softer than usual after the hot spring. His heavy breathing showed how much he was enjoying it. It had been a long time since he felt this way.
Sarah struggled, her hands pinned to the pillow. Oliver didn't stop, didn't show any tenderness. He even whispered in her ear, "You'll wake Jacob!"
Sarah buried her face in the pillow, crying softly, too scared to push him away, afraid he'd take Jacob.
Later, her eyes were swollen, and she looked vacant.
Oliver's body tensed, and he watched her with wild joy. He knew she was feeling like a woman again. Since the Lester incident, she hadn't given him any feedback.
She was so tender it melted his heart. He didn't care about himself, just wanted to give her pleasure.
Sarah couldn't take it and cried out.
Just as things were heating up, there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by Olivia's hesitant voice, "Mr. Windsor, Ms. Johnson is here to see you!"
Oliver looked down at Sarah. She was exhausted, but he wasn't done yet, so he raised his voice, "Let her wait."
Outside, Olivia hesitated.
Ellie had a strong presence, dressed in luxury and with a commanding attitude.
It was clear she wasn't just any woman; she had a certain status with Oliver. Otherwise, why would she chase him to Dawnstar during the New Year?
In the bedroom, Oliver held Sarah's hand, intertwining their fingers.
He kissed her, his voice hoarse, "Let's continue."
Sarah stared at him in disbelief. She had heard Olivia and guessed who Ellie was. She must be someone important to Oliver, and now she had chased him to Dawnstar with his approval.
How could Oliver be so cruel?
Sarah didn't love him anymore, but she still felt deeply humiliated. She refused to cooperate, leaving Oliver stuck.
After a while, he panted in her ear, "I gotta take care of something." He covered her with the blanket and placed Jacob back in her arms.
Oliver threw on a robe and headed for the door.
Olivia was still outside. Through the crack, she saw Sarah on the bed, her fair back covered in kiss marks, hair all messed up.
Olivia silently cursed, "Jerk."
Oliver made his way downstairs. In the living room, Ellie, decked out in fur and jewelry, was sipping coffee, looking like she owned the place.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up and froze.
She'd been waiting for about ten minutes, thinking he was asleep. But now, seeing his open robe and the scratches on his chest, it was clear he'd been with Sarah.
Ellie couldn't handle it. He hadn't touched her in days, and she'd made excuses for him, thinking he was busy with work.
But Oliver had traveled all this way to be with Sarah.
His satisfied look drove Ellie nuts. To him, she wasn't even worth being called a mistress.
When Ellie questioned him, Oliver didn't bother explaining.
He'd thought about marrying Ellie because she seemed like a sensible choice. But now, without any official status, she dared to cause a scene, testing his patience.
He lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, then leaned over to put it out and said, "I'll have the servants set up a guest room for you. Once the snow stops and the airport reopens, head back to Evergreen City."
Ellie's heart sank. She knew he was pissed, but she didn't want to give up. She took off her fur coat, revealing a sexy dress, and wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing, "I don't want the guest room, Oliver. I want to sleep with you."
Ellie was indeed very charming. She said softly, "I don't believe she can satisfy you. Remember how happy we used to be?"
In fact, there were plenty of women who could satisfy Oliver, not just Ellie.
Oliver gently pushed her away, his voice colder, "You should stay in the guest room. Later, I'll have HR announce you're the new Executive Vice President of the Windsor Group. Besides the salary bump, there'll be some equity too."
Ellie wasn't dumb; she knew he was pulling away.
A VP position was compensation, but it also meant she had no shot at being his wife.
Ellie couldn't accept it. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, tilted her head, and kissed him.
She was a good kisser, and even though Oliver wasn't in the mood, he responded instinctively. His hand stroked her back, while his other arm pulled her close.
Ellie moaned softly, kissing him urgently, "Shall we go to the room?"
She wanted him right now.
Oliver's Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn't deny Ellie knew how to play the game. And just now in the bedroom, he hadn't been satisfied.
To him, a no-strings-attached hookup wasn't a big deal.
Oliver smiled lightly, his eyes teasing. Just as he was about to pick Ellie up, he caught a glimpse of Sarah out of the corner of his eye.
Sarah was half-sitting on the stairs, staring blankly at him and Ellie.
Her face was pale, and he had no idea how long she'd been watching.
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