Chapter 160: She's Spoiled Dearly

Hannah took over the dessert and began to enjoy it.

"Max, you don't need to stay with me. Finish your work and go to bed," Hannah said, simply wanting him to rest.

"I'm old, and I can't sleep much. Let me stay with you," Max replied mildly.

Hannah smiled quietly, suddenly reflecting on her previous life. She had been dutiful to the Sawyer family, yet her own family had been destroyed. In this life, her marriage was casual, yet she felt dearly spoiled, not only by Max, but by everyone in the Wells family, including Oscar.

Hannah composed herself, pushing aside her thoughts. "Max," she began naturally, "have you been caring for Oscar?"

"Yes. I've cared for Master Oscar since childhood."

"Did you come here from Wells Manor with him when he moved out?"

"Not exactly."

Hannah looked surprised. Max offered no further explanation, simply smiling tenderly.

"Is Oscar bad-tempered? Was he a naughty boy? Did his parents spank him often?" Hannah asked, feeling it best to fill the quiet with conversation.

"Master Oscar doesn't usually lose his temper," Max replied. "He prefers to solve problems independently rather than discussing them."

"Oscar was a good child, and his parents didn't spank him. His upbringing was quite different from most people's."

"Really? Oscar was such a sweet boy?" Hannah was incredulous. She had initially assumed he was a troublemaker.

Max nodded. Oscar had been sweet and obedient, never rebellious or complaining. Hannah concluded there was little more Max could tell her. She believed, as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To Max, Oscar was perfect; everything Oscar did was right.

Hannah finished her dessert, left the living room, and went upstairs. Opening her bedroom door, she was stunned to find a tall man lying on her bed. He wasn't asleep but was idly scrolling through his phone.

Noticing her, he said ironically, "Oh, look who's back!" His tone held a hint of anger.

Hannah recognized the annoyance in his voice. "I've been swamped with work," she explained briefly.

"So you didn't call or ask about me?"

"Why? You're safe at home." Hannah admitted to being easily irritated by Oscar; her usually impeccable manners seemed to vanish in his presence. He was so annoying she often found herself wanting to curse him.

"I'm alone and have difficulty moving. Shouldn't someone keep me company?"

"Didn't Theodore keep you company?"

"Is he my wife?"

"He could be your husband!" Hannah retorted bluntly.

Oscar's face flushed, while Hannah felt a sense of triumph.

"Come here!" Oscar commanded.

Hannah tensed. Was he going to hit her? She remembered Max's description of him as good-tempered.

"Come here!" Oscar repeated.

"Don't you dare hit me."

"I'm wondering how terrible I am in your eyes!" Oscar was furious.

"Then what are you going to do?" Hannah challenged him.

"I need to pee."

"Are you a dog? Why are you peeing all day!"

"I haven't peed all day!" Oscar raged.

"Why?"

"I can't pee without seeing you. Okay?" Oscar's face was red with frustration.

Hannah was speechless, wondering if he considered her a landmark, like a pillar male dogs use for urination.

"Hurry up! I can't hold it!" Oscar urged, clearly needing to relieve himself.

Hannah was dumbfounded. She helped him sit up; he was still capable of managing daily life, but why did he have to torment her this way? He knew she felt guilty and wouldn't refuse him, even if she wanted to.

Hannah helped Oscar to his feet. He leaned heavily on her; her slim frame felt crushed by his weight.

"Holy shit! You're so heavy!" she complained.

Oscar, seeing her struggle, seemed pleased. He thrived on others' discomfort. "I'm afraid I'll kill you when I lay on top of you later," he said mischievously.

"Who said you could lay on top of me!" Hannah rolled her eyes.

Oscar's meaningful smile registered with Hannah a moment later. She was mortified by his suggestive remark.

She struggled to help Oscar to the toilet.

"Do the routine," Oscar reminded her.

Gritting her teeth, Hannah undressed him. The sound of his urination began, continuing for an unusually long time.

"I know you have good kidneys; it'll take a while," Hannah interrupted.

Oscar smiled. "Nope, Ms. Cooper, you don't know yet."

Hannah was again speechless. What a disgusting man! She helped him back to bed.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"Clean me."

"Didn't I clean you this morning?"

"You eat in the morning. Do you eat at night?"

Hannah wanted to kick him. She gritted her teeth, wet a towel, and cleaned him. Then came requests for water, a scratch, a massage. Finally, Oscar fell asleep.

Hannah showered, then returned to find Oscar breathing evenly. Relieved, she carefully climbed into bed, but found herself uncomfortable sleeping near him. She turned off the lamp and tried to distance herself, only to feel his body press against her back. She froze, sensing his proximity, yet hearing his even breathing.

After several days together, she knew he wouldn't force himself on her. Somehow, she felt inexplicably touched. She turned to face him, gazing dimly at his handsome face in the moonlight. "Thanks, Oscar," she whispered. In the darkness, she didn't see the sleeping man's charming smile.