Chapter 301 Oliver, I'll Never Forget It
Ellie wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, kissing him as she shut the door behind them.
Her voice was urgent, with a slight tremble, "Oliver, I knew you wouldn't stay mad! Did you think about me all night? I missed you too. If you want, I'll give you a different experience. Feel this—I'm wearing a thong."
Their bodies pressed tightly against the door, and the atmosphere got real intimate.
In the morning, Oliver was all dressed up, looking sharp. He even picked up that tiny thong, a bit embarrassed. Ellie thought he was on board, so she stood on her tiptoes, whispering against his lips, "I want to make love!"
But Oliver pulled his fingers back, using her clothes to wipe them. His face went back to its usual cold look.
He walked over to the bed, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and tossed them in the trash.
Ellie was stunned.
Oliver slowly walked to the couch by the window and sat down. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and started smoking while watching her disheveled state.
Ellie guessed what he meant. Sure enough, after smoking half a cigarette, he spoke calmly, "I don't like women who try to take control. I hate it even more when someone tries to control my life. Last night, I thought I made it clear—the position of vice president is your compensation. We won't have a sexual relationship anymore."
Ellie asked, "Because of Sarah?"
Oliver didn't answer. He turned to flick the ash off his cigarette, his tone even colder, "Pack up. A driver will take you to the hotel soon. Once the airport reopens, you'll go back to Evergreen City."
Ellie felt deeply humiliated. With tears in her eyes, she questioned, "How am I any worse than her? In looks, figure, or ability?"
Oliver walked to the door. As he grasped the doorknob, he murmured, "Because I promised in the church to take care of her for a lifetime."
He left without any hesitation. The door opened and closed gently. Ellie stood there for a long time, unwilling to accept it.
Outside, the snow was pristine. Sarah, with a servant, was building a snowman. She looked so happy. She didn't need to serve Oliver, didn't have to worry about kids, living like a carefree young girl.
Ellie really wanted to shatter her innocence.
In the courtyard, the driver was already waiting by the car. Ellie quickly packed her luggage and dragged her suitcase out of the villa.
As she passed Sarah, Ellie stopped.
The servant had just gone inside to fetch something, leaving no one around.
With a cold smile, Ellie handed a USB drive to Sarah and said, "I know you're not crazy. You're pretending! I didn't expose you because I wanted the title of Mrs. Windsor. Now that Oliver has turned his back on me, I think it's time you knew what kind of man he really is!"
Ellie looked into Sarah's eyes with a hint of satisfaction.
"You loved him, didn't you? See his true colors! During your marriage, I wasn't the only woman by his side. I was just the one who stayed the longest. This contains footage of us making love five times the night before your wedding! Your love is just a solo act!"
Sarah stood in the snow, looking at Ellie, her eyes no longer naive.
Ellie sneered, "So you were indeed pretending!"
At this moment, she no longer cared about the consequences. She wanted to drag Oliver down with her. If she couldn't get what she wanted, neither would Oliver. Once Sarah saw those videos, how could she ever want to go back or love him again?
Ellie flipped her hair and got into the car, leaving.
Sarah held the small USB drive. After a moment, she slowly walked towards the villa.
She went to Oliver's study, inserted the USB drive into the computer, and after a 2-second buffer, an intimate scene appeared. In a presidential suite, Oliver and Ellie were entangled, making love.
Oliver's unrestrained panting, Ellie's coquettish moans, their bodies intertwined, making continuous intimate sounds.
Sarah sat quietly on the carpet, watching. She had never known that sex could be so intense.
She watched for a long time, torturing herself by watching it over and over again, her eyes moistening.
From the closed study door came a knock, followed by Oliver's voice, "Sarah."
Sarah didn't open the door. She continued to sit on the carpet, expressionless, watching those filthy scenes. The blue light from the laptop illuminated her tear-streaked face.
The knocking at the door grew more urgent, but she had locked it.
About five minutes later, the study door was violently kicked open. Oliver stood at the doorway, initially very angry and ready to explode, but when he saw the scene on the laptop, he was stunned. It was him and Ellie.
Clearly, Ellie had secretly filmed it and given it to Sarah.
Oliver walked over, roughly closed the laptop, and then crushed the USB drive into pieces. He paused before looking at Sarah.
Sarah leaned against the couch leg, staring blankly.
Oliver picked her up and placed her on the couch. He didn't leave, propping himself up beside her and gently touching her leg, his voice very soft, "Your pants are wet from playing in the snow. Go to the bedroom and change, or you'll catch a cold. Be good."
Sarah didn't respond, nor did she look at him.
Oliver knew what she was thinking. His voice was strained, "The thing is gone. Forget about it."
"I've memorized it!" Sarah's expression was dazed. She kept repeating, "I've memorized it! Oliver, I'll never forget it!"
"You must forget it!" Oliver shouted.
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