Chapter 452 Oliver Protects His Wife: Sarah Is My Woman 1
Inside the villa, crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead.
Nicholas reclined on the sofa, his hair falling across his forehead, hiding his eyes. Yet the corners of those narrow eyes were unmistakably wet with tears.
The young woman beside him looked innocent and pure. A wave of melancholy washed over him—she wasn't the one he truly loved.
He placed a white cigarette between his lips, lit it, and inhaled methodically.
The girl attended to him dutifully.
Nicholas gazed at her silently, then finally asked in a hoarse voice, "What's your name? Why would you do this kind of work?"
"Azalea Gray," she answered softly. "My family's poor—I can't afford tuition. Eldon told me you're young and don't have cruel tendencies. He said you'd treat me well."
"Azalea," Nicholas repeated, savoring the name.
After a moment, he offered a faint smile. "That's a beautiful name."
He was satisfied enough to keep her.
Azalea was remarkably obedient.
Though Nicholas held another woman in his arms, his heart called out for Sarah.
Sarah—the name that haunted his every thought.
A tear escaped from the corner of his eye. The deeper the love, the more intense the pain.
Nicholas set Azalea up in the villa, giving her a card with a $2 million monthly allowance and assigning two servants to attend to her, treating her like royalty.
For an entire week, he visited every night to enjoy her company.
Outside the villa gates after nightfall, Oliver sat in a Range Rover, leaning against the leather seat with a cigarette between his lips. He studied explicit videos and photos on his phone—all featuring Nicholas and Azalea.
Beside him, Eldon watched with a sycophantic smile.
After viewing the material, Oliver chuckled. "I never would have guessed that Nicholas—who looks so young and refined—could be so uninhibited in bed."
Eldon snickered in agreement. " What good is the Moore family's refined upbringing? Once he's with a woman, all that sophistication goes out the window."
Oliver turned to him. "Keeping a mistress requires money. I assume he's not using the Moore family funds?"
Eldon tensed slightly.
Enticing Nicholas to indulge in women was one thing, but embezzlement was far more serious.
He hesitated.
Oliver wrote him a check for $80 million—enough for Eldon to never work again. "I shouldn't need to explain what to do," Oliver said casually. "You know how to handle this cleanly... and walk away unscathed. Think about it, Eldon."
Though framed as a choice, Eldon knew he had no way back. He had to follow Oliver's lead.
After quick deliberation, he pledged his loyalty: "I'm with you, Mr. Windsor. Even if the Moore family threatens to cut off my finger, I'll never reveal your name."
Oliver's smile grew colder.
He reached out to wipe the side mirror, then said methodically, "It wouldn't matter if you did. I'd just cut off two of your fingers afterward."
Eldon broke into a cold sweat.
After parting with Eldon, Oliver drove to Sarah's apartment building. He hadn't visited for two days, and she hadn't called once—clearly not prioritizing him.
After parking, he casually picked up Nicholas's explicit photos.
Upstairs, he used his keycard to enter the apartment.
In the bedroom, warm yellow light filled the space. Both children were asleep. Sarah sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, browsing artwork on her tablet. She had high hopes for this batch of young artists.
Oliver slipped in quietly.
Sarah looked up, shocked. "How did you get a keycard?"
Oliver removed his coat and walked toward her, saying nonchalantly, "Got it from the nanny. She hesitated until I told her we are getting remarried soon."
Of course, he'd also given the nanny $20,000, but clever men never mention such details.
He bent down and lifted her into his arms. Initially planning to take her to the guest room, he reconsidered, not wanting to leave the children unattended. Instead, he carried her to the bathroom, whispering against her ear, "Let's not wake the children. Especially Jacob—he's old enough to understand."
Sarah was furious.
But she was still a woman deeply in love with Oliver, so she eventually yielded to him.
Afterward, Oliver rested his head on her shoulder. "I've scheduled the procedure for the day after tomorrow."
Sarah was surprised.
She had thought his talk of a vasectomy was casual, not something he'd actually pursue. Embarrassed, she pretended ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Oliver looked up, his eyes filled with the allure of a mature man.
He traced her flushed lips. "How could you not know?"
He adored her, loved her deeply.
He didn't mind repeatedly expressing his feelings. He especially enjoyed when his intimate words made Sarah blush.
Then his tone grew serious.
Thinking about the Moore family's schemes and Matthew's underhanded tactics made him uneasy. He held her close, capturing her lips as he whispered, "Sarah, move in with me. I'm heading for a major confrontation with the Moore family, and I worry about you and Jacob staying here."
Sarah didn't immediately refuse.
She knew Oliver spoke the truth.
She couldn't return to the Moore family, and her desire for a quiet life away from it all was impossible.
She yearned for peace, but circumstances wouldn't allow it.
Sarah's soft body pressed against his as they embraced.
In this rare moment of tranquility, she said gently, "Let me think about it, Oliver. I need to consider everything."
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