Chapter 443 Sarah, I Missed You So Much Over the Years!
Nicholas's refined features were frozen in shock.
Fearing he might not understand, Sarah repeated herself, "Four years ago, when I left the Moore family, I severed all ties with them for good!"
These words drove Nicholas to the edge.
Ignoring his wife beside him, he stared into Sarah's eyes, his voice hollow, "How can you say that? Tell me, Sarah, how can you possibly sever all ties? We both have Grandpa's blood running through our veins. Your son Jacob also carries the Moore bloodline... How can you possibly cut those bonds?"
Sarah was no longer a young girl.
In the past, she might have been bitter about life's unfairness. But now, as a mature woman, she understood that life was never fair. Nicholas was the Moore family's only grandson, carefully groomed by Matthew, while she was merely the product of a moment's impulse.
She was grateful to have Jacob and Nicole. This gave Sarah a sense of detachment when dealing with Moore family matters. Her calm demeanor only highlighted Nicholas's inability to let go, making the Moore family look foolish.
The very people who couldn't forget her were the ones who had forced her to leave.They were also the ones who had forced her to leave.
As she faced Nicholas—this shadow of the gentle, refined man he once was—she felt pain in her heart but refused to yield.
Nicholas's eyes slowly reddened.
A slap landed on his face as Hestia's voice cut through the air, "Nicholas, how can you face me? What does our marriage of several years mean to you?"
Nicholas's face turned sideways from the impact.
He sighed softly, "You shouldn't have confronted her. If you hadn't, I would have come home eventually."
Hestia tilted her head slightly.
She had always been privileged, never experiencing such humiliation and hurt before. She felt she had been a perfectly respectable wife, but listen to what he was saying!
Holding back tears, she spoke venomously to her husband for the first time, "Nicholas, with such disloyalty, aren't you afraid she'll get what she deserves? That she'll meet a terrible end outside the Moore family?"
A harsh slap landed on her face.
"Shut up!"
Nicholas's entire body trembled, his eyes blazing with fury.
Hestia thought that if it were possible to swallow her words, he would make sure she did. She laughed softly, "Nicholas, do you realize what you're doing?"
Without a word, Nicholas grabbed her arm and dragged her outside.
The door closed quietly behind them.
From outside, their heated argument continued.
"You've lost your mind!"
"Nicholas, who's really lost their mind here—you or me?"
"This is absurd."
Their voices gradually faded away.
Nicole wrapped her arms around Sarah's neck. "I'm scared."
Despite the confrontation leaving her unsettled, Sarah held Nicole close, comforting her for a long time.
The orange-red sunset bathed them in a fiery glow.
Sarah embraced Nicole, teaching her to paint.
A beautiful scene!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall figure watched silently. The scene reminded him of the past—the same peaceful beauty, the same soothing quiet.
If he had never spoken those words years ago, would he still be by her side?
In that moment, Nicholas nearly broke down in tears.
When he left, tears lingered at the corners of his eyes.
That evening, Sarah was checking Jacob's homework.
Nicole, freshly bathed and wearing cow-print pajamas, sat on Sarah's bed talking to Oliver on the phone. Her voice was soft as she complained, "Today a mean person came to see Mommy and argued with her. She offered Mommy $5,000 to leave me and said she wanted to take Jacob and me away..."
As she spoke, Nicole grew upset, her words punctuated by sniffles. "I don't want to be taken away. I want Mommy."
Oliver was in Harmony City.
He had nearly finished handling the situation between Electra and the Caldwell family's son, with just a few loose ends to tie up.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in a six-star hotel in Harmony City, Oliver loosened his tie, comforting his little treasure, "Daddy's here, Nicole. You won't be taken away."
Nicole burrowed under the blanket, saying sweetly, "I miss you, Daddy."
Oliver chuckled softly.
Such a little fibber!
Nicole clearly didn't want to go home, yet here she was saying she missed him... Regardless, his heart overflowed with fatherly tenderness. After hanging up, he found himself thinking about his and Sarah's second child—Diana.
If that child had been born, she would have likely resembled him.
Unfortunately...
Oliver set down the phone and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Gazing at the night view outside his window, he fell into deep thought. During his last visit to Sarah's, he had noticed there were no men's slippers or any signs of a male presence. She was probably still single.
He had misunderstood her, and she hadn't bothered to explain.
Clearly, she still harbored resentment and didn't want to be with him.
But he wanted her. Even dreamed of her.
In the quiet of night, he called Sarah.
She answered.
Through the phone, they could hear each other's breathing clearly. Oliver's voice was low, "I'll be back in three or four days. Claire tells me Nicole has been staying with you. Has she been good?"
Sarah responded with a soft "Yes, very good."
Oliver immediately asked, "And what about you? Have you been good? Seeing any other men?"
"Oliver!"
A long silence followed.
Oliver laughed softly, then asked seriously, "Nicholas and his wife came to see you? Do you need me to intervene?"
Sarah replied coolly, "I can handle it myself."
"And your solution is to cut ties with the Moore family completely?"
"What else should I do?"
"Remarry me."
In the depth of night, Oliver's voice was unbearably tender.
He said, "Sarah, I've missed you so much these past years."
On the other end, Sarah abruptly hung up.
In his Harmony City hotel room, Oliver removed his shirt and tossed it onto the bed, followed by his belt and trousers. Naked, his muscular body moved into the bathroom. As the shower rained down, he pressed his palms to the wall and let the heat wash everything else away.
In this moment, his longing for Sarah was overwhelming.
The restraint of unrequited love was bitter, yet within that bitterness lay a secret sweetness—a sweetness that made him tilt his head back, his handsome face flushed with desire and passion.
Thinking of her, he pleasured himself under the cascading water.
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