Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 70 - 69 All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 70: Chapter 69 All I Can Say is Sorry (10,000 Words Update, Please Subscribe)

She sighed, the relationship was truly troubling.

She had to quickly wrap up everything here and leave.

Otherwise, things would only get more tangled and chaotic.

Oliver Turner was reviewing documents in his office when the door was suddenly pushed open.

The loud noise made him irritable.

He looked up with displeasure and saw Clara walking in with a smile on her face.

"Uncle Oliver, I’m back."

Oliver glanced at his watch: "Wasn’t your flight at 3 PM?"

"I wanted to see you so much that I came back early."

As she spoke, she had already walked to Oliver’s desk and spread her arms wide.

"Uncle Oliver, aren’t you going to give me a hug because you missed me?"

Oliver pointed to the sofa across the room: "Go sit there properly.

You’re a grown-up now, stop acting like a child."

She ignored Oliver’s words and leaned in to hug him instead.

"So what if I’m a child, or even an adult?

Anyway, I just really missed you."

Oliver said nothing: "You’re making it impossible for me to work."

"Missing one day of work won’t hurt.

Uncle Oliver, I haven’t had lunch yet.

Come with me, let’s eat together."

Oliver placed his pen down: "Alright, what do you feel like eating?"

"Whatever I eat is fine as long as I’m with you."

She let go of Oliver’s hands and stood up.

Oliver also stood up. She was always candid.

The two headed to the company’s cafeteria.

By that time, the cafeteria was already empty.

Oliver specifically asked someone to prepare her lunch.

She ate while he sat on the other side, leg crossed, watching her.

"Uncle Oliver, I just met that Faye Townsend earlier.

She’s really pretty. Is that the type of woman you like?"

Clara said as she scooped rice into her mouth.

Oliver’s previously calm expression immediately changed.

He frowned and asked, "Who told you to go see her?"

"Does this kind of thing require anyone’s permission?

I felt like going, so I went."

"Clara," Oliver spoke displeased, "You’ve really grown bold, huh?

What kind of nonsense did you say to her?"

"Nonsense? I didn’t say a single nonsensical word.

I simply told her how I truly felt.

For instance, I told her I love you, that I’d marry you, and that I’m willing to compete with her on equal footing."

Oliver sighed: "You... how many times do I have to tell you?

I won’t marry you; I’m your uncle."

"But we’re not related by blood; there’s no problem at all.

Since I was little, I’ve always said I’d only marry you in this lifetime."

Oliver stood up: "I raised you not so that you could upset me like this.

I’m going to marry Faye Townsend; she’ll become your aunt.

So stop causing trouble from now on."

With that, he turned to leave.

Clara pushed the tray onto the floor, and the loud crash echoed throughout the cafeteria.

"I’ve investigated; Faye Townsend is the same age as me.

Aside from being prettier than me, what else is she better at?

How much I love you, only Heaven and you know.

If she can, why can’t I?

Why should I call a woman my age ’aunt’?"

"Uncle Oliver, I’m telling you, I’ll never acknowledge her.

Not in this lifetime."

Oliver turned to look at the lunch she had thrown onto the ground, his gaze narrowing.

"Fine, suit yourself.

Clearly, I’ve spoiled you too much.

Let me warn you—if you meddle in my affairs again, I’ll send you straight back to the United States."

"Oliver Turner!" Clara stomped her foot and shouted angrily as Oliver left.

But Oliver didn’t pause for even a moment as he walked out of the cafeteria.

Clara’s face was flushed red with frustration.

She quickly chased after Oliver, grabbing his wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"Do I need to report to you where I’m going?" Oliver replied coldly.

"I rarely take a vacation to come see you, and this is how you treat me?

Uncle Oliver, do you not want me anymore?

Do you want to make me leave?"

Oliver frowned as he looked at her stubborn expression: "I promised your mother I’d take care of you, and I will keep that promise.

But Clara, I have no obligation to marry you, nor can I.

You should find someone who loves you rather than wasting your time with me.

You’re 23 now; you’re free to fall in love.

I think that Victor Jude seems pretty good.

He’s willing to do a lot for you."

"Enough! Just because you don’t love me doesn’t mean you have to push me onto someone else.

No one’s controlling you now; go wherever you want.

If you want to find your Faye Townsend, go ahead."

Clara let go of him and ran off.

Oliver clicked his tongue in irritation and took out his phone, dialing Victor Jude’s number.

"Where are you?"

"The airport."

"Picking up Clara?"

"Of course."

"Clara is currently at my company. She just threw a fit and ran out; go find her."

Victor suddenly panicked: "What did you say to her?"

"Is that your business?

I’ve already informed you—do what you want with the information."

With that, he hung up.

Victor, being younger, was still inexperienced when it came to handling women.

When he thought of women, the first person that came to mind for him was Faye Townsend.

He didn’t return to his office but instead drove straight to Faye’s place.

When he rang the doorbell at her home, no one answered.

He tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up either.

Just as he was about to search elsewhere, he turned around and saw her walking out of the elevator with her arms crossed, wearing headphones.

Seeing him there, she pulled off her headphones, looking surprised: "What are you doing here?"

Oliver walked up to her: "Why does your phone always seem unreachable?"

"Oh, I often switch it to airplane mode. Anything wrong?"

"Did a girl come to see you today?"

Faye pursed her lips: "You mean that girl named Clara, right?

She came over—very straightforward personality."

"She didn’t trouble you, did she?"

"What trouble could she cause me?" Faye smiled as she walked past him toward her door.

"Want to come in for some tea?"

Oliver shrugged: "Of course."

The two headed inside one after the other.

Faye set up the tea table, brewing tea while she spoke: "Today, while tidying up Henry’s place, I found this tucked away.

I was just thinking about practicing a bit, and then you showed up.

Pregnant women can’t drink tea, so I’ll make it for you."

"That’s truly my honor," Oliver said as he watched her brew tea with practiced motions. "You really know quite a lot. Fewer people learn tea ceremony these days."

"You still remember Uncle Forrest, right?" Faye asked as she rinsed the teacups. "He loved Eldorian culture.

Calligraphy, traditional painting, tea ceremony—he excelled at all of them.

He loved tea, especially watching young girls quietly brewing it.

When I was nine or ten, Uncle Forrest taught me the tea ceremony.

On holidays, my parents would show off my skills in front of relatives and friends.

My mom often said that if Forrest... Uncle Forrest’s son had been a daughter, she probably would’ve been refined under his guidance.

But since he didn’t have a daughter, I got lucky."

Oliver chuckled: "Sounds like you had quite an eventful childhood."

Faye sighed deeply and handed him a cup: "Taste the new tea I snagged from Uncle Forrest the other day."

Oliver took a sip: "Hmm, not bad. The flavor of Yellow Mount Maofeng—very fragrant. I like this tea a lot."

"Didn’t expect to find a kindred spirit." Faye smiled. "Uncle Forrest also loves this."

She picked up a cup herself and sniffed it: "It’s a pity I can’t drink tea right now; otherwise, I’d join you for a couple of cups."

Oliver smiled: "There’ll be plenty of chances in the future."

"Maybe not. I’ll be leaving in a week."

"So soon? Your visa’s ready?"

"A good friend helped me find a backdoor; my schedule is tight."

"Faye, even if you go to Switzerland, I’ll visit you frequently.

What I said before still stands.

I’ll be your child’s father."

Faye smiled. Some questions, it seemed, were inevitable.

"Director Turner, from now on, I’ll just call you Oliver."

Oliver nodded: "Alright, I’d be honored."

"Before leaving, there’s something I must make clear to you.

I... won’t let you be my child’s father.

Nor will I marry you.

It’s not because you’re not good enough, but because I have confidence in myself.

Even if my child doesn’t have a father, I can raise them well.

I won’t let my child become a pawn in the game between you and Hunter Warren.

I won’t let myself become a burden tied to you.

Today, I met that rumored girl.

I think... she suits you well.

I’m not saying this for any other reason.

I simply believe she loves you. Being with her, you’ll be happy."

"Do you love Hunter Warren?"

Faye fell silent. Oliver was sharp. He always found the cracks in her defenses.

He could pinpoint the sore spots with a single remark.

She didn’t reply, knowing she couldn’t outmatch Oliver when it came to such topics.

But Oliver didn’t stop. He looked at her and said: "You love him, but isn’t he still unhappy?

Because you’re not the woman he loves.

I’m the same. Clara is a child I raised—I care for her, yes.

But I don’t love her. I know the difference between love and care.

She’s someone I should look after, but you’re the woman I want to marry.

To be honest, it’s been over a decade since I’ve felt this kind of heartache.

Maybe from the moment you stepped into that elevator and schemed against me, it was fate that we’d become entangled.

Faye, don’t avoid it. Avoiding it won’t help.

This game—you started it.

Whether or not you want to play along, I’m already deeply involved.

I, Oliver Turner, don’t see myself as some emotional, impulsive young man.

But right now, I admit I’m at a loss. I can’t control my feelings for you anymore."

Faye looked at him, her gaze filled with guilt.

"But all I can say is sorry.

On that day, I entered the elevator and schemed against you—it was to use you, no doubt."