Chapter 422 Oliver is Full of Treasures 3
The door swung open in front of her.
Oliver's intense eyes locked onto hers.
Sarah instinctively took a step back, wanting to flee.
But the man moved with astonishing speed. Before she could react, he had already grabbed her slender wrist and dragged her into the room, pinning her harshly against the door.
His body felt like a burning furnace, scorching her with its heat.
Sweat from his body soaked through her dress, making it cling uncomfortably to her skin. Sarah didn't dare move. She wasn't some naive girl, so she turned her face away in embarrassment. "Calm down."
"I don't want to calm down."
His voice trembled with a raw, masculine allure. One of his large hands cupped her face, almost covering it entirely.
He leaned his head on her shoulder, gently squeezing her wrist.
There was a hint of tenderness.
Sarah's voice shook uncontrollably. "Oliver."
He responded with a soft hum, seemingly indifferent, but more so restrained.
Sensing danger, Sarah knew their relationship was delicate. She didn't want things to escalate, so she pushed him away and grabbed the door handle, trying to escape. But he caught her from behind, their bodies pressing tightly together.
Sarah tilted her head back, her voice soft and tearful.
"Oliver, let me go."
He held her even tighter.
He didn't need to struggle; the difference in their strength was clear. But Sarah was crying.
Her whole body resisted him.
Oliver pressed his face against hers, his voice pleading, but Sarah's broken voice refused him.
He didn't speak again, just held her tightly, unwilling to let go.
After a while, he suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
He locked the bathroom door.
He set her on the cold sink, then turned on the shower, blasting himself with the coldest water.
He looked up at her.
Sarah's heart trembled. She turned away, unable to look at him, but inside, she felt herself softening.
Behind her, Oliver's voice trembled as he called her name. "Sarah."
In the hotel room next door,
Nicholas heard the commotion.
He didn't say anything or knock on the door. He just stood on his balcony, smiling faintly.
It was his first time smoking. The nicotine burned his lungs painfully.
The wind blew, and something glimmered in his eyes.
It was indescribable,
and in truth, it couldn't be described.
After a long time, Oliver calmed down, his blue eyes still dazed.
The bathroom floor was soaked.
So were they.
Oliver wiped his face and looked at Sarah, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Let me help you wash up."
She refused.
But he still walked over, gently lifting her off the sink and into the shower. He didn't remove her clothes; he just washed her with warm water, using his hands to help.
They were separated by the steamy mist, by half a year of distance.
He was still burning hot, but his restraint was touching.
After washing her, he handed her a white bathrobe. "Go to the room and change out of your wet clothes. We'll talk after I finish."
Sarah's body still trembled.
She silently took the bathrobe without saying a word.
Oliver watched her leave, then turned, bracing his hands against the bathroom wall, letting the warm water wash over his sated body. He had barely touched her, but the feeling had coursed through him, making him lose control in front of her.
After his shower, Oliver changed into clean clothes.
Sarah, now in a bathrobe, sat on the couch, lost in thought.
When Oliver approached, she looked up and softly asked, "Did you go see Felicity?"
She wasn't stupid; she quickly figured it out.
Oliver didn't deny it.
He sat across from her, taking a cigarette from the pack but not lighting it. He looked at her, his voice low and hoarse. "I took her for a match test. Maybe it'll be a match."
Sarah said quietly, "Even if it is, she won't donate."
Oliver's blue eyes deepened.
He didn't speak, but Sarah, having been his wife for years, understood him immediately and was horrified.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Oliver received a call from a doctor in Evergreen City with good news. "Mr. Windsor, it's a miracle! Your sample matches the patient's. You can return to Evergreen City immediately to prepare for the bone marrow transplant."
Oliver was surprised but overjoyed.
He confirmed it with the doctor, then told Sarah, "Evergreen City called. I match with Nicole. We need to go back to Evergreen City right away."
Sarah cried tears of joy.
She covered her mouth, looking at him in disbelief.
He said they matched!
Oliver knelt in front of her, his voice hoarse as he repeated, "Yes, we matched! Sarah, Nicole will be okay! We won't lose our child."
He was undeniably excited.
He touched her face, which was cold, and she didn't resist.
People are impulsive creatures.
Their long-held restraint, both physical and emotional, needed an outlet. They both knew it, and since they were both single, there was no guilt.
He started it, gently kissing her lips.
It was tender, with a hint of unspoken love, making it easy for Sarah to accept his affection.
His blue eyes looked up at her sensually, not wanting to look away from her beautiful face.
Everything was perfect.
He kept calling her name, Sarah. Her blue eyes were slightly wet, and she kissed him back, but she never called his name or softened her voice to call him brother like she used to.
They were divorced.
They were just strangers sharing their bodies.
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