Chapter 474 Oliver: I Finally Married You 1
Isabella's left.
About five minutes after Isabella left, Oliver returned.
As soon as he entered the grand foyer, Claire approached him with careful steps and whispered, "Isabella was just here. She must have said something heartfelt because your wife seems upset."
Oliver frowned and nodded in acknowledgment.
He found Sarah in the sitting room. The tea had long gone cold.
She was reclining on the English brocade sofa, lost in thought—Isabella's visit had clearly troubled her.
Oliver walked over and gently stroked her hair. "If you're not feeling up to it, we can try on the dress another day."
Sarah looked up at him. In the twilight, his handsome face was bathed in a warm orange glow.
After studying him for a moment, she gave a faint smile. "No need. I want to go. I want to look beautiful when I marry you."
Oliver's gaze deepened. He drew her gently into his arms.
They proceeded with their plans—dinner first, then to the bridal boutique.
Oliver had already tried on his suit. Now he sat in the VIP room, flipping through a magazine while patiently waiting for Sarah.
About half an hour later, she emerged with the assistance of the staff. Wearing her custom wedding gown with her hair elegantly swept up, she looked ethereally beautiful.
Oliver stood up, transfixed. He gazed at her, his eyes filled with love.
The staff, noticing his ardent gaze, discreetly withdrew.
Alone in the spacious VIP room, Oliver gently guided Sarah to the mirror and embraced her from behind as they looked at their reflection. Though they had known each other for seven years and been intimate countless times, his heart still raced for her in this moment.
He kissed the soft skin behind her ear, praising her beauty.
His hand caressed her stomach.
Two months pregnant, her abdomen was still flat, though her demeanor had taken on the subtle grace of impending motherhood. Oliver, always passionate, had been restraining himself lately. Now he whispered suggestively in her ear, "How about making love in this dress on our wedding night?"
Oliver pulled her into his arms, his voice full of desire. "It's only natural for a married couple to make love. And I just can't help myself—I want you every moment."
A week later, at Evergreen City's most prestigious hotel.
Oliver had reserved the entire hotel—200 tables for the reception and all guest rooms for attendees. The entire place gleamed with opulence, filled with distinguished guests.
In the bridal suite, however, all was quiet.
Oliver's cousin Electra was keeping Sarah company. She gazed at Sarah with a hint of moisture in her eyes.
When they were alone, Sarah softly asked, "What's wrong, Electra?"
Tears welled in Electra's eyes.
Having spent much time at Sarah's place recently, they had grown close. Fighting back tears, she confessed, "He's here."
Sarah knew she meant Quincy.
"When I fell for him, he was single," Electra continued, her voice trembling. "When we were together, my feelings were genuine, but he was just playing around. Now he's married and brought his wife. Sarah, how am I supposed to face them?"
Sarah had heard about this from Oliver.
Quincy's marriage had been arranged, and while not passionate, their relationship wasn't terrible.
After considering for a moment, Sarah wiped Electra's tears and said gently, "You were with him when he was single, so you did nothing wrong. You parted ways cleanly—you never interfered with his marriage. We'll go out there with our heads held high."
"Really?" Electra asked tearfully.
Sarah reassured her like a child. "Of course."
Just then, Oliver entered the room. "What's happened? Why the tears?" he asked.
Embarrassed, Electra turned away to wipe her eyes.
Sarah patted her shoulder, suggesting she step outside.
After Electra left, Oliver closed the door and turned to Sarah. "What's going on with her? She's usually so carefree. She's not upset about losing you, is she?"
Sarah smiled. "She saw Quincy."
Oliver's expression hardened.
After a moment, he scoffed. "What's so special about that guy? He has no loyalty. She's better off without him."
Sarah nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right."
Oliver frowned. "Why do I feel like you're taking a dig at me?"
Sarah sat at the vanity, touching up her makeup. "Am I? I thought I was being rather direct, not subtle at all."
Oliver fell silent.
Outside, Electra encountered Quincy and his wife.
They were walking side by side, expressions neutral, likely discussing household matters. When Quincy spotted Electra in her crimson gown, his gaze lingered on her elegant figure.
He still remembered their time together—a night when more than just passion had been lost.
Remembering Sarah's advice, Electra maintained her composure despite her inner turmoil. She acknowledged Quincy and his wife with a dignified nod before continuing on her way.
After she left, Quincy's wife inquired about his past affairs.
Clearly, she knew something.
Quincy denied it, hands in his pockets, with a faint smile. "That's impossible. She's from a respectable family, Oliver's cousin—not some random girl."
Though their relationship had been brief and casual, he didn't want anyone thinking less of Electra.
Years later, after divorcing his wife, he would encounter Electra again—by then a celebrated actress with countless admirers. Among them, Quincy would hardly stand out, especially as a divorcé.
As the wedding ceremony was about to begin, an elderly man sat in a corner, wearing round sunglasses and a long coat. No one recognized him as Matthew, one of Evergreen City's most prominent figures.
A child sitting nearby asked innocently, "Are you from the bride's family?"
Matthew's gaze darkened.
After a pause, he answered softly, "Yes."
The child continued, "I am too! My grandmother works for Mr. Windsor, and she'll be sitting in the place of honor, receiving toasts from Mr. and Mrs. Windsor. Grandma says it's the proudest day of her life!"
Matthew was stunned.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing—Sarah had chosen a servant to take his place as the family elder.
Was a servant more worthy of respect than him?
As he struggled with this indignity, the wedding emcee took the stage, announcing cheerfully, "Now, we invite the elders of the bride and groom to come forward and receive a toast from the happy couple!"
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