Chapter 37
“Let’s end the treatment here for today. Put a nightgown on her,” said Oliver.
Amanda nodded, gently removing the needles from Sophia’s chest. She then fetched a men’s nightshirt from the shelf and dressed Sophia. As the left, she looked back at the indifferent back by the window and hesitated before saying, “Mr. Clark, she’s quite pitiable. Be kind to her, will you?”
Oliver sincered. Kindness wasn’t something he afforded to the Wilson family. If Jason’s heart wasn’t with Sophia, then all was well. But if she was indeed Jason’s weak spot, Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to make Jason’s life a living hell using Sophia.
“Amanda, you’re overstepping.” he said coolly.
With a helpless smile, Amanda respectfully withdrew.
The room fell silent. Oliver turned and walked to the bedside, looking down at the gaunt–faced woman lying there. For some reason, she seemed familiar, as though he’d seen her somewhere before. He admitted Sophia was pitiable; entrapped by a jerk like Jason and desperately in love, she was destined to live in turmoil.
“Mr. Clark, Mr. Willson has broken in with bodyguards. Should we stop them?” The voice of a bodyguard came from outside, interrupting Oliver’s thoughts.
His lips slowly curved into a nonchalant smile. “Don’t take it too seriously. Just pretend to stop them and that’ll do,” he said before gently touching Sophia’s face
Soon, loud sounds came from the hallway. The door llew open as Jason barged in, fury written all over his face. “Hands off her.”
Oliver ran his fingers down Sophia’s pale face. “What if I don’t! Are you planning to divorce her and let us be?” he teased with a raised eyebrow. He deliberately laced his words with ambiguity, hinting at Sophia’s betrayal in every word.
Jason strode forward, eyes narrowing at the sight of Sophia in a man’s nightshirt, looking all worn out as if she’d been overindulged in .
A nasty thought crossed his mind, and he clenched his fists in suppressed rage. “Mr. Clark, it seems your taste is quite average. She’s a worn–out plaything I’ve toyed with for four years, and yet you’re all too keen to keep her by your side. Doesn’t that disgust you?”
Oliver chuckled and touched his nose. “Well, I’ve found the experience to be quite satisfactory.”
Jason’s eyes flared red with murderous intent. In all their years of marriage, he’d never contemplated storming into another man’s house to catch a cheater. His suppressed fury erupted, and he swung his fist ar Oliver, ferocious and decisive,
you just let
Oliver dodged with a slight lean to the side and smiled. “Since you already have a mistress and an illegitimate child outside, why don’t you j your wife be with me? I’ll take care of her
Jason was about to throw another punch, but he thought of something and held back. His gaze swept over Sophia’s pallid face, and he sneered. “She indeed means little to me, if you want her, I might consider giving her to you. But there must be a trade; you’ll have to offer something of equal
worth in return”
Sophia, feigning sleep, felt her heart wrench as she listened to the cold–hearted exchange between the two men. The pain was so intense it spread through her limbs, becoming unbearable.
She had thought Jason’s lack of love was all there was, but she was wrong: his ruthlessness went beyond that. After four years of marriage and two pregnancies, she was reduced to a bargaining chip. And he didn’t even hesitate.
Oliver coldly watched Jason’s indifferent expression. What a cunning man. He knows I’m testing his limits and cleverly conceals his true feelings. But what of it! His intrusion today proves the woman’s place in his heart. The days are long, and I’ll wait to see him consumed by his own merciless actions. I’ll wait to see him in unbearable agony, he thought.
Sering that Oliver remained silent, Jason stopped wasting time. He picked Sophia up from the bed and strode outside.
A bodyguard approached Oliver and asked, “Mr. Clark, should I stop them?”
Oliver frowned, a strange feeling flickering through his mind. He knew Sophia was awake and had heard everything, but… He closed his eyes and said in a bourse voice. “Let them go.
“Yes” The bodyguard Depped aside.
(vindently pulled off the nightshirt from Sophia, revealing her chest covered in fresh bruises. His expression turned mystantly gri
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