Why did she co to explain to him that the matter between Hunter Warren and Luna Fisher was a misunderstanding?
She really just hoped he and Hunter Warren could be more at peace.
But she didn’t expect that he would be completely unwilling to believe her goodwill. Since that’s the case, she really has nothing more to say.
Faye Townsend finished speaking and once again tried to push him away forcefully, but he refused to let go: "Is it so hard to stay by my side like before?
I don’t care about everything that happened between you and Hunter Warren.
Nor do I care about what others point fingers at .
I only want you, Faye Townsend, I want you."
"You once promised that if you were to choose soone to marry, you’d choose ."
"But I also once told you, I don’t love you. Now, I can’t even accept your kisses anymore.
Do you want to stay by your side my whole life, wronging myself?"
Oliver Turner was stunned for a mont: "Wronged?"
Faye Townsend sighed: "Oliver, why do you want a woman who doesn’t love you to stay by your side?"
Oliver Turner ca back to his senses, his eyes already returning to their previous coldness: "Even if you don’t love , I still want you."
He pressed her shoulders forcefully, and she dodged his kiss.
At first, Faye Townsend refrained from shouting because of his dignity.
Seeing that he was serious, she beca a little flustered and shouted loudly: "Oliver Turner, let go, don’t treat like this."
"In this world, only I have the right to treat you this way.
For so many years, what has Hunter Warren done for you to make you so devoted?
I’m not a fool, in business, there needs to be returns on investnts.
Today, your body is the return I want."
Though Faye Townsend was tearing and struggling against him, he seed determined, with no intention of letting go.
Just as Oliver Turner ruthlessly tore open her clothes, the door to the office was suddenly pushed open from outside.
Oliver Turner’s eyes were fierce as he looked up and shouted: "Get out."
But when he saw who was standing at the door, he froze for a mont.
Clara bit her lip and clenched her fist as she looked at him. Faye Townsend saw Clara too and finally got the chance to push the frozen Oliver Turner off her and away from the sofa.
Clara glanced at Faye Townsend’s torn clothes and then walked up to Oliver Turner.
"Uncle Oliver, I really... really never thought you were such a person.
You say you love Faye Townsend, but is this how you love her?
Shouldn’t loving soone an wishing them well?
But your actions now are hurting her.
I also love you, and if I forced you to do sothing like this with whom you don’t love, would you be willing?
Uncle Oliver, how can you... do sothing so beastly?
I’m really... so disappointed in you."
Clara walked up to Faye Townsend: "Faye Townsend, are you okay?"
Faye Townsend pursed her lips and shook her head, but it was obvious her emotions were unstable, her eyes brimming with tears.
Clara looked around the office, walked to the coat rack, took Oliver Turner’s suit, and draped it over Faye Townsend’s shoulders: "Co on, I’ll take you ho."
Faye Townsend looked gratefully at Clara, her heart filled with gratitude towards Clara.
If it hadn’t been for Clara today, she really didn’t know what would have happened.
In this world, only Clara could make Oliver Turner hesitate a little.
After Clara led Faye Townsend away, Oliver Turner turned around and swept everything off the desk onto the floor.
The secretary heard Oliver Turner’s angry shouts in the office and rushed in.
Seeing the ss on the ground, the secretary beca tense.
Oliver Turner coldly looked at the secretary: "Get out."
The secretary quickly turned around and left, closing the door behind.
Oliver Turner slowly walked to the coffee table, sat down, and gently rubbed his forehead, looking very agitated and restless.
No one in the world should have ever seen him in such a panic, right?
Clara took Faye Townsend to her car.
She drove, and Faye Townsend sat in the passenger seat.
"Are you really okay?"
Faye Townsend took a deep breath, "Honestly, I was a bit scared by Oliver’s behavior today.
But Clara, how did you end up coming here, do you know how tily your arrival was today."
"You’re just lucky, I haven’t been to the company for a few days now.
Today, there was sothing important in our departnt that required to attend a eting.
I was thinking about checking on him after having a cold war for so many days, but I didn’t expect to run into this."
Clara started the car: "I’ll take you to my place to change clothes first."
Faye Townsend nodded: "Thanks, Clara, you really are my lucky star."
Clara turned to look at her and forced a smile: "Don’t be mad at him. I’m sure the pressure on him isn’t small either.
He cares so much about you, but you’re planning to marry another man now.
Anyone would find it hard to accept."
Faye Townsend raised her eyebrows and nodded: "Okay."
Clara took Faye Townsend to her small apartnt, although it was only two hundred square ters, it was fully equipped.
She toured the house, and Clara handed her a set of clothes.
"These are new, very clean, just wear them without worry."
Faye Townsend took the clothes and smiled: "Cleanliness hardly matters, do I really have the luxury to be picky now?"
She walked into the room to change clothes.
After coming out, she looked at her watch: "It’s getting late, I have a eting this afternoon.
Clara, if you’re free tonight, let’s have a al together."
"Sure, I’ll wait for you at your company entrance then."
"Okay."
The two went downstairs together, and Faye Townsend dropped Clara off at the BlueHorizon Group entrance before driving back to the company.
Clara returned to Oliver Turner’s office door.
The secretary imdiately stood up upon seeing her: "Miss Clara."
"What’s wrong?"
"Director Turner hasn’t co out since you all left.
I’m a bit worried about him, please go in and check."
Clara nodded and pushed the door open.
"Get out."
Oliver Turner shouted without even looking.
Clara ignored him and walked straight to where he was half-lying on the sofa.
"Uncle Oliver."
Oliver Turner squinted slightly at her: "Why are you back? Aren’t you disappointed in ?"
Clara sat down beside him, her eyes carrying a hint of sadness: "Aren’t you disappointed in who you just were?
Uncle Oliver, what’s wrong with you? Are you still the one I knew, admired, and loved deeply?
I don’t want to bla anyone, but ever since Luna Fisher got out of prison, you’ve changed, do you know that?
I know, when I say this you’ll say I’m being biased again, but think carefully, who exactly is being biased?
How could you treat Faye Townsend like that?
What do you take Faye Townsend for? She’s a person too, doesn’t she have the right to choose whom to love?
So what if Hunter Warren hurt her, do you think it’s that easy for a woman to have feelings?
Do you know it’s really hard?
Once you’re in love, how could it be easy to forget?
Just like now, if soone told to forget about you, I couldn’t do it either."
As Clara looked at him, tears hung in her eyes.
She leaned sideways to crouch before Oliver Turner, reaching out to hold his hand: "Uncle Oliver, be rational.
In my heart, you are a god-like man.
How could a god-like man do things only a rogue would do?
I’m indeed a little disappointed in your behavior just now, but that won’t be a reason for to stop loving you."
Oliver Turner clasped her hand back, looked down at her, while she looked up at him.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a long ti before Oliver Turner finally let out a wordless, sideways smile, then looked at her: "Silly girl."
Clara nodded: "Yeah, I’m silly, silly to the point that after soone had a cold war with for so many days, I still co to make peace.
Uncle Oliver, be honest with , if one day I really disappeared from this world, would you worry, would you feel a pinch of heartache for ?"
Oliver Turner rubbed her head: "Alright, don’t ask such silly questions, didn’t I call you a few days ago and you never answered?"
Clara pouted: "Isn’t one allowed to be a little petty sotis, I also have my pride, okay?"
"Is that so, you have pride, yet you still ca back?"
"Uncle Oliver, aren’t you going to give a way to step down?"
Hearing what she said, Oliver Turner turned slightly serious: "Where have you been staying these days?"
"I bought an apartnt outside with the money I’ve saved over the years.
I moved out from the villa.
Uncle Oliver, I’ve thought it through, you’re right, you have your own life.
I can’t just stick by your side constantly preventing you from having more choices in life.
I’ve also thought carefully about the matter with Luna Fisher.
Whether you’re friends or lovers, it seems I don’t really have the right to interfere too much.
You have the right to choose your own friends and romantic partners.
But that person is my mother’s killer, asking to forgive her, I’m sorry, it’s really impossible.
So I choose to give you freedom, please don’t force either.
Let’s live the lives we want, both you and ."
Oliver Turner’s hand on her head stiffened for a mont: "You an... you’re planning to leave?"
Clara smiled faintly: "You better not act too happy, or I’ll be mad."
She said and slightly tilted her head to stand up in front of him: "Stop hurting Faye Townsend in the future, I say this not to help her, but to help you.
Your office is a ss, I’m going to work now, let the secretary in to clean it up."
After saying this, Clara stood up and went out.
Oliver Turner watched Clara’s light and relieved back, feeling a slight heaviness in his heart.
Faye Townsend left him, and now even Clara wants to leave him.
In the end, he didn’t manage to hold on to anything.
Loneso and solitary, these past years have been... a failure.
When Faye Townsend returned to the office, Richard Townsend was sitting at her desk.
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