Chapter 132: A Mysterious Man, Oscar

Susan showered, changed, and went downstairs. The servant quickly approached, saying, "Miss Phillips, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I have a hangover; my stomach's upset. Just help me prepare some porridge," Susan replied.

"Certainly," the servant responded. "Mr. Johnson asked for porridge this morning. He left some; I'll serve it to you."

Susan hummed in acknowledgment. She found it ironic that Manuel, with his delicate features, would need a hangover cure.

Susan ate the fruit and vegetable porridge slowly. It was thick and flavorful, leaving a lingering sweetness. She even asked for a second serving.

As she ate, she saw Henry enter. Guilt washed over her, remembering the previous night with Manuel. She avoided his gaze.

"How are you, Susan?" Henry asked, his concern evident.

"I'm fine. I got drunk last night," Susan replied, carefully concealing the truth. She knew confessing her unwitting encounter with Manuel would be emotionally devastating for Henry, even if she framed it as a misunderstanding. It would be a white lie, at best.

"You scared me last night," Henry said, relieved. "Don't drink so much next time."

"Okay," Susan nodded, quickly changing the subject. "Why are you here so early? Aren't you always busy?"

"I'm worried about you," Henry said, smiling affectionately. "I had urgent matters this morning, but I wanted to spend the day with you. I finished everything at the last minute."

Susan saw his guilt at his lateness. Reflecting on her behavior, she realized how well Henry treated her and how often she complained.

"Henry," she said seriously, "I won't pressure you anymore. We're young; getting married and having children a few years later is fine."

Henry smiled gently, stroking her head. "I'll try my best." It was clear he intended to meet her wishes.

"By the way, have you had lunch?" Susan asked. Knowing his dedication to work often meant sacrificing meals, she suspected he hadn't.

As expected, Henry shook his head. Susan asked the servant to bring him porridge.

Before it arrived, Henry said, "I'm starving. Can you feed me?"

Susan readily complied, feeding him with her spoon. They looked very intimate.

Just as she began to speak, Manuel walked past, heading upstairs. Henry glanced at him, a sneer playing on his lips.

The servant arrived with the porridge. Susan, ignoring Manuel, smiled at Henry. "Eat." Manuel's appearance didn't disrupt their moment.

Afterward, wanting to make the most of Henry's rare half-day off, Susan suggested they go out. He readily agreed.

Henry waited outside Susan's room as she changed. He heard a familiar voice from the second-floor hanging garden. A man, his back turned, spoke on the phone.

"I want her back this time," Manuel said.

Henry's face hardened. He secretly recorded Manuel.

"I still can't forget Susan after all these years," Manuel continued. "I'll try to win her back. I know she and Henry are close, but as long as they aren't married, anything is possible."

Manuel hung up. Henry, having finished recording, turned to leave, but Manuel noticed him. Manuel pretended to admire the view.

The couple left in their car.

...

It was 10:00 pm. Hannah stretched, her body stiff. She glanced at Jimmy, who sat motionless and straight, showing no sign of fatigue.

"Do you always keep that expression?" Hannah asked, moving around.

"I'm used to it," Jimmy replied, turning to her.

"What about your family?" Hannah asked, curious about his serious demeanor.

"I'm an orphan."

"I'm sorry," Hannah said, embarrassed.

"It's fine," Jimmy replied.

"How did you and Oscar meet?" Hannah asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"In a boxing match," Jimmy answered.

"He watched you box?"

"No."

Hannah was surprised. "He fought you?"

Jimmy remained silent.

"Oscar wouldn't let you say that," Hannah realized.

"Yes," Jimmy confirmed.

Hannah was speechless. "Is he always this mysterious?" she mused.

"You could do better," Hannah continued. "You're a champion boxer, skilled in Taekwondo and Sanda. Being a bodyguard underutilizes your talents."

"Mr. Wells is very generous, paying me a lot each year," Jimmy replied.

"How much?" Hannah asked.

"A million," Jimmy said.

Hannah was stunned into silence. Her annual income was less than that.