Chapter 356 Tasting the Bitterness of Unrequited Love
Sarah was shaking all over. She knew Oliver was doing it on purpose, trying to humiliate her.
She tilted her head a bit, her red lips trembling as she sneered, "That's just a normal reaction. It would happen with any guy. Oliver, you don't actually think it's because I like you, do you?"
"Is that so?" Oliver bit her earlobe, whispering. The next second, he pressed her onto the table.
He stared into her eyes, raised his hand, and dismantled the surveillance camera. In the cramped, narrow reception room, he caressed her soft skin with his palm.
He had been with so many women; he knew a woman's body well.
Even the most conservative woman would make unbearable sounds when treated like this by him, unless she was frigid.
Sarah's hair tie slipped off, and her waist-length hair spread out on the rough wooden table like luxurious silk. Her face was dotted with sweat, her slender throat tightened, and she let out unwilling, hoarse sounds.
Oliver looked down at her, staring at her expression. Then, he leaned to her ear and sneered, "Any man will do? Would you feel so good with another man?"
With that, he withdrew his hand.
Sarah lay limp on the table, her clothes hanging loosely off her body, giving off an air of disheveled allure, especially in such a grim place like the detention center.
She looked up, breathing lightly.
Once she calmed down, she spoke in an extremely hoarse voice, "I need some time to think about it. Before I make a decision, don't do anything to her, Oliver. Don't forget we have a son too. If you do something terrible, it could impact him. Jacob is still so young."
Oliver looked at her coldly, "You still remember Jacob? I thought you only cared about Lester's daughter."
Sarah straightened her clothes and slowly stood up.
Under the fluorescent light, she looked at Oliver and murmured, "Lester gave me his corneas, and his wife died. Shouldn't I take care of Nicole? Oliver, I wouldn't have had such a hard life if I hadn't met you."
She didn't say much more because, at this point, there was nothing left to say between them.
When Oliver left, Sarah was still sitting on that rough wooden table. Her voice was very light, "Oliver, I want to eat passion fruit. I want something sweet."
By the door, Oliver's body tensed. It had been a long time since Sarah had spoken to him so sweetly, telling him what she wanted to eat.
For a moment, his eyes couldn't help but grow moist. But he didn't turn around. He just held the doorknob, gave a slight nod, and then opened the door and left.
Sarah looked at the closed door, her tense body suddenly relaxing. She whispered to herself, "Passion fruit, passion fruit."
When Oliver left, he told someone to bring Sarah some passion fruit since she wanted it.
He got into the car but didn't tell the driver to go right away. Instead, he just sat there, smoking a few cigarettes and thinking about Sarah.
He thought about how cold and distant she was now. He also wondered what he'd do if she refused to recant. But mostly, he thought about how Sarah didn't love him anymore. She used to love him so deeply, and now there was nothing left.
As Oliver sat there, his eyes started to tear up. He wasn't sure if he regretted it now or when he first started regretting it. All he knew was that without Sarah, his life felt like a failure.
The thrill of revenge was as intense as the pain he'd feel for the rest of his life.
An hour later, he was back at the hospital. The white bandage on his arm was soaked with blood.
While the doctor was re-bandaging him, Zoey came in holding Nicole. Nicole was crying in the unfamiliar environment.
Zoey gently comforted her, "She's not used to this place! Mr. Windsor, why not send her back home? Olivia took good care of her before. She was well-fed, but she's lost a lot of weight since coming to Windcrest."
Right on cue, Nicole's cries got louder.
Oliver glanced at Zoey and reached out for Nicole.
Zoey hesitated but handed Nicole over.
Strangely, Nicole immediately stopped crying. She opened her eyes wide and looked curiously at Oliver's face. Then she leaned in and sniffed him, smelling here and there as if searching for something.
Finally, her little mouth moved, like she was hungry.
Oliver guessed that Nicole smelled Sarah on him, which is why she was so calm. He felt very conflicted.
He looked down at her pretty little face and said softly to Zoey, "Make her some formula; she must be hungry."
Zoey quickly went to do it.
Later, Oliver held the bottle and fed Nicole. She was sucking so hard that her little face turned red. The more Oliver looked at her, the more she reminded him of Sarah.
Lost in thought, Oliver realized he was starting to like Lester's daughter. It felt unreal to him—how could he possibly like Lester's daughter?
He snapped back to his usual cold demeanor and handed the child back to Zoey, "Take her away! Don't let her disturb me! If she cries too much, give her some sleeping pills to calm her down."
Zoey took Nicole and left, cursing inwardly, 'Bastard!'
The VIP ward quieted down. Oliver leaned lightly against the headboard, thinking about Sarah again, tasting the bitterness of unrequited love. This feeling was truly unbearable.
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