Episode 89

Oliver observed the scene, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. His eyes followed Elijah and Sandra until they disappeared, his mind whirring.

At the Oasis Club entrance, he stood by the car, holding the door open with the composed patience of a valet in a vintage film.

Elijah’s tone dripped with bitterness. “By day, business partners; by night, playthings. Sandra, you’ve certainly mastered multitasking. I can’t believe I fell for your ‘ideal wife’ charade!” He shoved Sandra into the backseat before sliding in beside her.

Remembering a previous incident, Oliver quickly raised the partition between the front and back seats. Sandra winced at the abruptness, her delicate features twisting in discomfort. She tried to sit upright but slumped against Elijah’s chest.

Taking advantage of the moment, she looked up at him, her voice defensive. “Don’t pin this on me! I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t even touch those men!”

Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Are you upset about that?” Disbelieving her protests, he grasped her chin roughly, turning her face and inspecting her neck and ears for any traces of contact. Her skin was so delicate that even the slightest touch could leave a mark.