“So, are you going to leave in my clothes?” Oscar asked with a wry smile.

It was only then Hannah realized she was wearing his clothes.

She gritted her teeth. “Where are my clothes?”

“Dumped.”

“Oscar Wells!”

“It’s all your vomit on them. Are you sure you still want them?” Oscar raised his eyebrows.

She could only leave in his clothes or be naked. Someday, she would explode with anger.

Trying to remain composed, she said, “I’ll have someone send you a new set by tomorrow.”

Hannah decided to accept his clothes and compensate him later.

“That won’t be necessary,” Oscar smiled. “I’ve prepared a set for you, Miss Cooper.”

Hannah was speechless. Why hadn’t he said so?

“It’s in the cloakroom to the right of the room you slept in.”

Hannah quickly went upstairs. Oscar smiled, watching her go.

Inside the cloakroom, Hannah put on the clothes Oscar had prepared. He had an eye for beauty; she was surprised how well the underclothing fit. Last night, Oscar must have done something to her, but Hannah decided not to dwell on it. Should she even look back at him?

She went downstairs. Oscar was on the sofa, watching TV. Seeing her hurried approach, he asked faintly, “Does it fit?”

“Can’t you see?” Despite her resolve to stay calm, it was impossible with Oscar.

“I can’t,” Oscar said, then looked pointedly at her chest.

Hannah sharply pulled her coat tighter. She didn’t want to deal with him anymore and ran out of the villa.

As she left, she saw an expensive black car and a man in a black suit and white gloves.

“Good morning, Miss Cooper. I am Jimmy, Mr. Wells’ driver. I’ve been instructed to take you back,” the man said respectfully.

Oscar always had a way to soothe her after infuriating her. Hannah smiled faintly and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Cooper. Please have a seat.” He opened the back car door for her.

Hannah sat. Jimmy returned to the driver’s seat and drove away.

As she left, Hannah glanced back at the villa. It was luxurious, and it seemed Oscar lived alone. Although Oscar had been her nemesis in her previous life, she knew his capabilities, not his personal life. She didn’t know if he lived with the Wells family. She felt he was hiding something. Had she known everything about him in her previous life?

“Jimmy.”

“Yes, Miss Cooper.”

“Does Oscar have a bad relationship with his family?” Hannah asked. Otherwise, why would he live alone?

“I’m only responsible for driving Mr. Wells, and I don’t know much about his personal matters,” Jimmy replied tactfully.

Hannah nodded, understanding she wouldn’t get any answers. She looked out the window. Kensbury City’s prosperity was evident. Ten years ago, it was already full of high-rises. Hannah watched silently, gazing at the city she missed.

Her phone rang. She answered, “Charles.”

“Hannah, why did you turn off your phone?” Charles sounded anxious.

Hannah sneered, remembering Charles hugging and making love with Jane last night.

“I was drunk, and my phone died,” she said.

“Then where were you last night? I didn’t see you when I left,” Charles asked.

So, he was questioning her now?

“I went to Susan’s house.”

“Didn’t Susan leave later?” Charles questioned.

He was astute, noticing details that benefited him. Fortunately, Hannah knew him well. “I left later too. I went to the washroom and fell asleep. I woke up and only Susan and Henry were left, so I went to Susan’s house. By the way, why didn’t you call me when you left?”

After a pause, he explained, “I was drunk and sent home in a daze. I just woke up and called you.”

“Is that so?”

“I worried about you so much.”

“I’m fine now, and I’m on my way home.”

“We can’t drink like that again,” Charles said seriously.

“Okay,” Hannah agreed readily. In the future, he wouldn’t have the chance to drink with her again.

“Go home and rest. I have to go to work.”

“Okay.” Hannah was about to hang up. She didn’t want to deal with him anymore; he disgusted her.

“Hannah,” Charles called, his voice filled with affection.

“Huh?” Hannah was impatient.

“I love you,” Charles said slowly.

Hannah smiled—a beautiful, ironic smile. He’d said those words many times in her previous life. What had he thought each time? Probably that she was a fool who believed him.

She gathered her composure and replied, “Me too.”

“I want to marry you right away,” Charles said sincerely. “When I’m done with this, I’ll fully concentrate on our wedding. Hannah, I promise to make you the most gorgeous and happiest bride in Northfield! I’ll make all the women envious!”

Envious of her marrying the vilest man in the world? She wouldn’t repeat that mistake.