Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 278 - 207 The Reason Why Oliver Turner Refused to Marry Clara for So Many Years_3

Chapter 278: Chapter 207 The Reason Why Oliver Turner Refused to Marry Clara for So Many Years_3

In the Turner Family, after dinner, the servants were not allowed to appear casually in the main villa. Once Oliver Turner had been settled, two servants brought him some water for washing his face and hurriedly left.

Oliver lay there, Clara sitting on the bedside, wringing a damp towel to wipe his face.

"Uncle Oliver, if I’ve done something wrong, you can tell me. Why torment yourself like this? You know I’ll feel heartache because of it."

"Heartache? Would you still feel that?" Oliver cast a sidelong glance at her.

Clara’s eyes grew slightly wet. "Why must you ask questions you already know the answer to?"

"Do I still matter to you?"

Clara focused her gaze on him, tears in her eyes pooling more intensely.

"That’s another question you already know the answer to."

"Then why marry someone else?"

"I want to marry you. Would you take me as your wife?" Clara sniffled, her voice soft.

Oliver studied her closely. She resembled her mother in certain ways.

Years ago, he never thought there’d be a day like this. If he had known, he wouldn’t have answered her mother’s request.

"So, if I’m marrying someone else, why must you care?"

She spoke as tears fell from her eyes. She quickly turned her head to hide them, intending to wipe them away, but Oliver suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

Clara lost her balance and fell directly onto the bed. Oliver flipped over, pressing her beneath him.

"If I were to give you a home, if I were to marry you, would you stay here forever?"

"Alright, if that’s the case, then I’ll marry you."

Her mind grew temporarily hazy but quickly cleared. She tilted her head slightly. "Uncle Oliver, you’ve had too much to drink."

Oliver didn’t stop what he was doing, reaching out to tear at her clothes. "Isn’t this what you want?"

"I can give you everything you want."

As he spoke, he began unfastening his own clothes.

Clara lay there, staring at the slightly unhinged Oliver, her heart aching even more.

"Uncle Oliver, doesn’t your heart hurt?"

Oliver’s hand paused as he unbuttoned his shirt, looking at her.

Clara’s tears fell like broken pearls, but no sound of crying escaped her lips.

Oliver shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and slid off her, sitting next to her on the bed.

If he wanted her, she wouldn’t struggle or resist.

If he hadn’t stopped, she would have truly given herself to him.

Yet she knew why he wanted her, so why didn’t she resist?

Why let him feel such anguish?

Clara slowly sat up, her clothes disheveled.

"I’m sorry, I got a bit impulsive."

Clara forced a bitter smile. "You probably don’t know, but I’ve been hoping for a day when you’d suddenly drink too much and take me.

That way, I could cry and fuss and force you to take responsibility for me."

Hearing her half-joking words, Oliver shook his head and laughed softly.

When he fell silent, Clara suddenly composed herself and began speaking. "Mr. Lennox knows that my heart already belongs to you, yet he’s still willing to marry me.

He said he’d do everything he could to make me fall in love with him. His sincerity moved me."

"You’re asking why I agreed to marry him, right?"

"Because he understands me. I believe that if he can accept my past, he can surely give me a future."

"What kind of future do you want?" Oliver didn’t look at her, instead staring out the window.

Clara raised her hand to wipe away her tears. "My future can’t be a lonely one.

In that future, there’s someone I love, there’s our children. It’s the kind of home I long for.

In my home, there can be arguments, but we’d make up quickly.

The future I want is so simple: quiet and peaceful."

Most importantly, the home she wanted was one she’d build with him.

"If I give you that home?" Oliver looked at her. "If I marry you?"

"Are you sincere about that? I’d be over the moon—you know that better than anyone." For some reason, Clara felt a hint of fear as she said this.

If this had happened earlier, she’d have said it with complete composure.

This change unsettled her.

"I am sincere. I can give you marriage, but the love you want..."

Clara stood up. "Tomorrow at 9 a.m., I’m meeting Sean Lennox to register our marriage.

At 8:30, I’ll be waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau. If you come, I’ll marry you instead."

"Even if I don’t love you, that doesn’t matter?"

Clara smiled softly, making no reply. It didn’t matter to her; she loved him, and that was enough.

"You’re somewhat drunk. Rest early. Good night, Uncle Oliver."

After speaking, she tidied her torn clothing and left his room.