Chapter 502 Back to Evergreen City: A Lifetime to Cherish Together
Harmony City.
A month after giving birth, Sarah was ready to move back to Evergreen City with her kids. Before leaving, she had a chat with Calliope, asking if she wanted to come along.
Calliope nodded, agreeing.
By now, she and Octavius had finalized their divorce, split their assets, and were sleeping in separate rooms.
With Sarah's approval, Calliope felt a sense of relief.
She walked briskly back to her room to pack for Evergreen City, where she planned to enjoy a comfortable life. With Sarah and her husband looking out for her and a few billion dollars in cash, she was set for life. All she needed now was a child.
She felt genuinely happy, realizing she'd never have to wait on a man again.
As Calliope was packing, there was a knock on her bedroom door, followed by Octavius's deep voice, "Calliope, it's me."
Before she could respond, Octavius had already entered.
Calliope was annoyed but casually brushed her black hair aside, looking at her ex-husband with a calm expression. He was still well-groomed and impeccably dressed, but to her, he was no longer the husband she respected.
They had parted amicably.
Octavius was also calm. He sat on the English-style sofa, surveying the room, and asked, "What's going on? Mr. Windsor and his wife are moving back to Evergreen City, and you're tagging along? Are they short of a nanny?"
Calliope was furious. "Octavius, is that how you see me?"
Octavius had said it on purpose.
Now, his tone softened as he tried to make amends, "Calliope, why would you leave a good life here to depend on others in Evergreen City? If you regret it later, don't come crying to me!"
Calliope, with her pride, was infuriated.
She gave a cold smile, "Don't worry, if I can't make it in Evergreen City or if I'm mistreated, I won't come back to you, nor will I ever want to be your lover again. Octavius, give up on that idea!"
Octavius, equally proud, had already humbled himself, but Calliope's refusal left him unwilling to abase himself any further.
They parted on bad terms.
The small villa was bustling with activity, contrasting sharply with Octavius's loneliness.
Two days later, Oliver ended his time in Harmony City and moved his family back to Evergreen City. They left with five large suitcases filled with Sarah's usual items, the children's cherished books and toys, and Nicole's wardrobe of pretty dresses, all neatly packed by their father.
As they descended the stairs, Oliver carried Elliot,
Claire carefully supported Sarah, Nicole was led by Calliope, and Jacob, now taller, played with a basketball at the back.
Downstairs, six shiny cars were waiting.
Octavius stood by one of the cars, looking dapper. When he saw them coming, he immediately opened the back door for Sarah, followed by Calliope and Nicole.
As Calliope got into the car, he couldn't help but take another look, but there was no exchange between them. It wasn't until the car door was closing that Octavius called out, "Calliope!"
The window rolled down halfway, revealing Calliope's beautiful face.
They had shared feelings and a life together, and now, as they were about to part ways, there was a sense of reluctance. But all he could say was, "Take care."
Calliope didn't respond, just nodded slightly.
It was enough.
At ten in the morning, the Windsor Group's private jet took off.
Octavius stood at the departure area, watching for a long time. Beside him, Percival spoke up, "Octavius, the weekly meeting is about to start and everyone's expecting you to chair it. You really can't miss it now—there are too many people just waiting for you to slip up."
Octavius sighed, "You know I'm badly hurt, don't you?"
He then waved his hand, "Mr. Windsor's pulled his support. I'm on my own now, and if I'm not careful, they'll eat me alive."
Percival suggested, "Your wife is tight with the Windsor family; you'll have chances."
They walked briskly to the parking lot.
Octavius got into the car, his voice steady, "It's not that simple. The fact that I'm still here is already because of Calliope."
Percival fell silent.
Calliope followed Sarah to Evergreen City.
She didn't move into the Windsor home to be a nanny, as Octavius had implied.
She bought herself a small villa, luxuriously decorated, comfortable to live in, and perfect for hosting small parties. She came to Evergreen City with ambitions, determined to establish herself and live her true self.
Sarah was genuinely happy for her.
Calliope had social skills, and Sarah asked her to help manage the gallery, which suited her well. Calliope often used work as an excuse to visit the children.
Of course, she doted most on Nicole, who called her "Auntie."
Time flew by, and before they knew it, October had arrived,.
In the evenings, the sky was awash with color.
Elliot woke up, his small body stretching, his legs kicking energetically, and his toothless mouth grinning adorably.
Sarah gathered Elliot to her chest and sat by the window, loosening her blouse. Sensing the milk, he began to nurse, drinking deeply and never taking his wide, intent eyes off his mother—so much like a little wolf cub.
Downstairs, the sound of a car engine could be heard.
Sarah recognized it as Oliver's car; he was home from work.
Sure enough, soon there were footsteps on the stairs.
Oliver opened the door and was momentarily stunned by the sight before him.
After a moment, he slowly closed the door, unbuttoning his suit jacket with a teasing smile, "If I knew I'd get this kind of welcome, I wouldn't have worked late this week and come home at this time every day."
They had been married for years.
Sarah didn't shy away, just turned slightly to shield herself from Oliver's intense gaze. But when a man was determined to be playful, how could a woman resist?
He unbuttoned his cuffs, walked over, and gently touched Elliot's head before looking at Sarah, his words particularly cheeky, "Are your breasts still sore these days?"
"Much better."
Sarah's face flushed, and she turned her head slightly.
Seeing her embarrassment, Oliver chuckled lightly, retracting his hand and sitting beside her, speaking seriously, "In a week, it's your birthday, and Elliot's hundredth day. Clara called this afternoon, insisting we celebrate your birthday properly."
Sarah didn't want a big celebration, but she couldn't resist her husband's gentle persuasion and eventually agreed.
She felt a bit dazed.
In the blink of an eye, she was already 30. For a woman, turning 30 meant entering a new stage of life. Sarah didn't mind getting older, but she wished time would slow down so she could savor the years with Oliver.
But he was already 42.
Thinking of this, Sarah looked at her husband with a hint of melancholy.
Oliver misunderstood.
Elliot, full and asleep, was placed in his crib by Sarah, who carefully covered him with a light blanket. As she straightened up, Oliver's strong arms wrapped around her waist.
In her ear, his warm breath whispered, "Sarah, how long has it been since we made love?"
Sarah's face burning, she gently patted her husband's hand, telling him to behave.
Playful as ever, Oliver nuzzled close, his affection impossible to resist. Sarah couldn't help but give in, though it was clear he wanted more.
The sunset cast a warm, golden light across his face, and their shadows intertwined on the wall.
Her heart softened as she traced his features, already planning a special birthday surprise just for the two of them. Moved, Oliver kissed her tenderly.
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