Chapter 387 Incompatible Personalities, Eventually Parting Ways
Sarah shot him a look. After a bit, she said, "Oliver, you're so heartless. You'd even throw Jacob under the bus to get what you want. He never really mattered to you, did he? To you, he's just like a pet."
Oliver stared off into the distance at Jacob.
Jacob was playing with a small ball, sweat glistening on his forehead.
After a moment, Oliver turned back to Sarah and said, "My son was always meant to be raised this way. I let you keep him around because you wanted him to have this kind of childhood."
Sarah snapped back, "Should I be grateful for that? Do you even have time for Jacob? I bet you're too busy juggling all your women!"
Sarah's words were like nails on a chalkboard, but Oliver didn't bite back.
He just looked at her and gave a small smile, "There won't be anyone else from now on."
Sarah didn't buy it, nor did she care.
But she couldn't fight him. Three days later, Oliver dragged her back to Evergreen City.
She slipped the nanny $20,000 as a thank you.
The night before heading back, Sarah put the kids to bed and started packing in the walk-in closet. Besides her stuff, there were the kids' things, filling up several suitcases.
Oliver was outside, smoking a cigarette.
When he came in and saw the mountain of suitcases, he frowned, "Why bring so much? You can buy all that back home."
Sarah kept packing the kids' clothes.
She replied offhandedly, "They're used to these clothes. You can't just switch them out. Plus, buying new stuff costs a lot. I don't want to ask you for money."
Oliver chuckled at that.
Sarah claimed she didn't want money, but she spent plenty. She'd buy pricey things, sell them, and pocket the cash to leave him.
Oliver knew she was trying to get more money, but he let her.
He pulled out an old bank card from his wallet and handed it to her, "When we get back, use this if you need anything. No limit."
Sarah took the card and kept packing.
Oliver watched her.
Under the light, with her eyes downcast and her obedient demeanor, she looked just like she used to. For a moment, he couldn't help himself and hugged her from behind.
Sarah resisted, "Let go!"
Oliver held her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Sarah, can we start over?"
Sarah gave a faint smile. In this world, how many loves could really start over?
Before New Year's, they headed back to Evergreen City and settled into the same old villa. Oliver kept his word; he ignored Ellie's calls and cut back on socializing. Even when he did go out, he didn't mess around with other women.
He tried to win Sarah over, but it was pointless. Once a woman is completely disappointed, no amount of effort can change that.
Since Oliver wasn't taking Ellie's calls, Ellie started bugging Sarah. She kept changing her number and would bombard Sarah day and night. Sarah mentioned it to Oliver once, but he, frustrated and unsatisfied, brushed it off and told her to block the numbers.
Sarah didn't bring it up again.
She lived quietly with the kids, and they never shared a bed.
Occasionally, when he couldn't stand it, he'd grab her hand to help him out.
Oliver had a strong sexual drive and was always left wanting, which made him irritable. Sarah couldn't care less.
Time flew by, and as New Year's approached, Oliver had a social event he couldn't skip. It was with important business partners, and missing it would be bad form.
One of the attendees was an old acquaintance, Felix. He used to have a thing for Grace and even clashed with Henry over her.
Felix had been married once, but it didn't work out, and they split amicably within a year. Now he was single. He was in the corner, pouring drinks and watching Oliver.
Felix wasn't exactly a saint; he liked to stir the pot. So, he shot a message to Dylan abroad: [Oliver's back in town.]
After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and started drinking with Oliver.
Lately, Oliver rarely drank. Even when he did, it was in moderation. Too much alcohol made him crave sex, and he didn't want to hurt Sarah. So, he kept it in check during social events.
Felix didn't know this. He smirked, "Now that you're doing well, you think you're better than us?"
Oliver raised his glass and clinked it with Felix's. They kept drinking, eventually polishing off two bottles of liquor.
Wives started calling, and the men reluctantly answered.
"Mr. Windsor, I gotta go!"
"Sorry! My wife is strict."
"Mr. Windsor, Mr. Rodriguez, I have to leave too; my wife's mad again."
The private room gradually emptied out.
Oliver leaned back on the dark sofa and glanced at Felix, "What about your wife? Doesn't she keep you in check?"
"We divorced two years ago." Felix lit a cigarette, leaned back, and slowly exhaled smoke, "We couldn't get along! Just like you and Sarah, wrong people with clashing personalities are bound to split."
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