Chapter 239: Oscar, Are You from an Aristocratic Family?

Though reluctant, Susan entered the room. She approached Manuel, who lay asleep in bed. His face was pale, but he appeared otherwise well. Clearly, he was feigning illness. Susan didn't comment, simply asking, "Where's your doctor?" She'd noticed his constant presence earlier.

Manuel wouldn't admit he'd sent the doctor to another room for privacy. He replied, "He's been with me all day and is tired, so I let him rest."

"Then who will manage the infusion?"

"I'll call him after it's finished," Manuel said. "If you're tired, lie down and rest."

"I'm not tired," Susan retorted. Sharing a bed was out of the question.

"If you're uncomfortable, help me up. I can sit in my wheelchair. I'm not tired anyway."

"You don't have to," Susan refused. "I'm afraid your mother will accuse me of mistreating you."

Manuel smiled faintly. "Actually, my mother is quite nice."

"A nice mistress?" Susan, unconcerned with his feelings, countered.

Manuel's expression shifted. "When my mother started seeing your father, your parents' affection had already faded."

"I don't want to hear this. Stop talking about it," Susan interrupted, unwilling to revisit the past. She feared losing control and hurting the weakened Manuel. He complied, always having obeyed her since childhood, except regarding their marriage.

Susan angrily moved to the sofa and lay down. Manuel remained quiet, gazing at the infusion bottle. Susan played a game on her phone, occasionally glancing at him. Seeing his boredom, she said, "You can sleep. I'll watch the infusion."

Manuel seemed surprised by her sudden kindness.

"Don't overthink it. I just don't want to feel guilty," Susan said frankly, acknowledging her role in his accident.

"Alright," Manuel replied quietly, fearing further angering her. He settled down and fell asleep.

Susan observed him, her expression unyielding. She would show him no mercy.

At the resort hotel, after the banquet, Hannah and Oscar entered their room. Before Hannah could react, Oscar lifted her. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, wary of both dropping and injuring his still-healing wound.

Oscar gently placed her on the bed, then fell onto her. He kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless. Hannah was acutely aware this was far different from their usual playful flirting; his passion was intense. She felt his lips move from her lips to her neck.

Hannah's eyes widened in shock. The door was still open.

"Oscar, what are you—"

He covered her mouth, gently biting her ear. "Don't speak."

She realized her silence risked her virginity. Oscar continued to caress her.

Catching sight of someone passing their door, Hannah whispered, "That guy's gone." She knew Oscar was acting, but convincingly so.

"I know," Oscar murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

Get off me! she silently screamed.

"I can't control myself," he confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Hannah hesitated; refusing him felt cruel and guilt-inducing. He lifted her and carried her to the bathroom, turning on the shower. He stood under the water, visibly struggling to control himself.

"Help me take off my clothes," he requested.

Hesitantly, Hannah complied. As she removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, she saw blood seeping from a taped wound on his chest.

"Oscar!" she exclaimed, startled by the sight.

He'd clearly been reckless with his injury.

"I have bandages, iodine, and ointment in my jacket pocket. Please help me change the dressing," he instructed.

Hannah, suppressing her emotions, retrieved the supplies and carefully tended to his wound. Her hands trembled as she cleaned and disinfected it.

"Feel sorry for me?" Oscar asked.

"No, I'm just frightened. Normal people are afraid of blood," she replied.

"Really?" he murmured thoughtfully.

"Oscar, who are you?" she asked, avoiding his gaze, unwilling to fuel any hopes.

"Is the guy following you suspicious of your identity?" she asked calmly.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Are you from an aristocratic family?" Hannah raised an eyebrow, finally meeting his eyes. His untouchable status in her past life, contrasted with his current enigmatic identity, fueled her question.