Chapter 137: He Was Strikingly Good-Looking!

Hannah struggled against Oscar's grip. His strength rendered her immobile. She hissed, "Oscar, what do you want?"

"Help me choose a suit," he replied.

Hannah frowned. "Haven't you already chosen one?"

"When?" Oscar asked rhetorically.

She finally understood how a man could lie so calmly. The staff stood before him, displaying the selected suits. But at Oscar's words, they quickly vanished. Hannah felt a pang of sympathy for them.

"What's your type?" she asked, striving for calmness. She wanted to end this quickly.

Leaving the Light Building, she was later than expected.

"You're my type," Oscar replied, his smile bright.

Theodore, beside them, interjected, "Can you get a room? A single man is standing here. Leave me alone."

Hannah blushed. "You're single?"

"I haven't married."

"You have countless partners. Don't you feel embarrassed calling yourself single?" Hannah retorted.

Theodore, a quintessential playboy with a long string of conquests, was essentially Oscar's twin. No wonder they were friends.

"I don't have feelings for them," Theodore declared convincingly.

Hannah ignored him; arguing would be a waste of time. Besides, a woman would surely torment him in a few years.

Turning to Oscar, she said, "Let go of me. I'll help you choose."

"Okay," he released her, a look of anticipation on his face.

A nervous tension gripped Hannah; she felt the weight of expectation, afraid of failing. It was the anxiety of high hopes, the fear of disappointing others. She realized Oscar was adept at handling women; she instinctively followed his lead. Composing herself, she focused on the task.

"This one," she pointed to a dark gray suit.

"Mrs. Wells, excellent taste! This season's most popular design, though few wear it—its style is too trendy; mostly celebrities. But it's perfect for your distinguished husband. Here's the model's look book," the staff member said, enthusiastically displaying photos on a tablet.

Hannah glanced at it. "Oscar will be more handsome," she declared bluntly.

It wasn't mere flattery; it was her innate sense of style. Hannah could instantly assess what suited whom. Remembering her tireless efforts styling Charles in her previous life—efforts lauded by the media—filled her with regret and disgust.

"Thank you, Ms. Wells," Oscar's voice held a happy lilt.

Hannah rolled her eyes, ignoring his obvious smugness. She knew flattery inflated his ego.

"Mr. Wells is Kensbury City's most handsome man. He looks good in anything! One moment, I'll get your suit," the staff member chimed in.

Oscar nodded slightly, then looked at Hannah. "You helped me choose my suit; may I help you choose a dress?"

"No. I can manage," Hannah refused. Her previous wedding dress debacle had taught her a lesson.

Oscar didn't press. He accompanied her as she chose her dress. Theodore, beside them, remained speechless, exasperated by their closeness.

"Mr. Wells, your suit is ready. Our staff will assist you in the dressing room," the staff member announced respectfully.

Oscar nodded and followed them. By then, Hannah had selected her dress. After a short wait, she was escorted to the dressing room. Upon entering, she saw Janet exiting.

They faced each other. Friendship with Janet was impossible; their hostility was undeniable. Hannah bypassed her without a greeting.

"Hannah," Janet called.

Hannah stopped.

"I broke up with Thomas."

Hannah smiled faintly. "That's your business. You don't need to report to me."

"Report? Are you kidding?" Janet's face fell. "I'm single; I have the right to pursue love."

"Single doesn't mean everyone else is. Being a mistress isn't wise. Think twice," Hannah replied.

"Hannah!" Janet's fury was evident.

Hannah walked away, refusing further engagement. Leaving someone fuming was always satisfying.

She donned her dress. When she emerged, Oscar was impeccably dressed in a dark gray double-breasted suit with elegant side splits, subtly mottled white shell buckles—unusual and unique, conveying a stoic air. The style was current and would remain so for years to come. The perfectly tailored trousers accentuated his strong legs, creating a noble, restrained silhouette.

Oscar's appearance and demeanor fulfilled every woman's fantasy. Hannah observed him, surrounded by staff members and Janet, whose adoration was palpable.

"Look good?" Oscar's eyes flickered, seemingly focused solely on Hannah. She always felt his gaze upon her, regardless of the circumstances. His earnest gaze made her nervous.

"Yes," she replied.

He was strikingly good-looking.