Chapter 418: It's a Big Success to Marry You

"Only two days?" Hannah stared at him, disappointment evident.

"Can't bear to part with me?" Oscar asked with a smile.

"Shut up!" Hannah averted her gaze, pouting.

"I have no choice. They'll find fault with me if I stay longer," Oscar explained. "I need to play it safe."

"Is Charles watching you?" she asked.

"Not just him."

Hannah considered this, then looked at him.

"You'll know all about it later," Oscar said vaguely, waving to the waitress. "Bill, please."

"Certainly, sir."

The waitress presented the bill. Oscar paid with his credit card while Hannah continued to stare.

He smiled at her. "A man looks most dashing paying the bill, right?"

"I'm rich," Hannah scoffed.

"Yeah. That's why it's so hard to keep you." He chuckled, "Being rich makes you impossible to keep with money."

Hannah was stunned. Oscar abruptly took her hand and pulled her from the restaurant, causing her to stumble. She complained.

Back in the car, Hannah gazed out at the Kensbury City night view, murmuring unhappily, "I stayed in your city for a week, but you're only staying for two days."

She was agitated. It wasn't even the weekend; she had to work the next day, and couldn't miss the interview. Why hadn't Oscar chosen a better time to return? The thought irritated her.

Suddenly, Oscar pulled her into his arms. Hannah struggled.

"Mrs. Wells, don't you know how obsessed I am with you? Trust me, I'll do it right here if you keep twisting."

Hearing this, Hannah hesitated. Jimmy was still driving.

Jimmy, meanwhile, was mortified by Oscar's words. Since marrying Hannah, Oscar had shed his usual proud, aloof demeanor, becoming remarkably down-to-earth.

Jimmy subtly accelerated. Every moment counted. They arrived at the villa and stepped out, hand in hand.

Hannah reflected that in her previous life, Charles rarely held her hand, a perceived lack of intimacy. She now realized he simply disdained such displays of affection.

Thinking this, Hannah held Oscar's hand tighter, unwilling to let go. This, she realized, was passionate love. She wanted to be with him always. Oscar felt the tightening of her grip and responded in kind. Their unspoken connection was absolute.

They entered the living room. Oscar pulled Hannah into his arms. Frightened, she almost screamed, but he kissed her instead. They were soon lost in a passionate embrace.

Max, who usually waited up for Hannah, emerged from the tea house, startled by the sight of them. He quickly turned and left, muttering, "Oh, God! We'll have young masters very soon."

Oscar kissed her all the way to the bedroom, his passion escalating. His longing during their separation had been intense.

…

It was late. Hannah lay still in Oscar's arms.

"Our bed's more comfortable," he murmured, likely comparing it to their bed in River Town.

"Well, I don't know if it's enough," he added, touching her belly.

Hannah frowned, puzzled.

"Love…" he whispered in her ear, his desire clear.

Hannah pushed him away. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Let me help you."

"Fuck off."

Hannah threw back the covers and rushed to the bathroom, drenched in sweat.

Oscar watched her go, smiling. He got out of bed, picked up a cigarette, then hesitated and put it down. He stepped onto the balcony, gazing at the tranquil night.

Hannah emerged from the bathroom, seeing Oscar standing there, a towel around him. His broad back seemed somehow lonely. The darkness, perhaps, amplified this feeling of solitude. A sudden wave of compassion washed over her.

She joined him on the balcony, embracing him from behind. He blinked, then smiled brightly.

"What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?" she asked.

"I'm waiting for you to warm me," he replied, smiling.

She hadn't seen him smile like that in a long time. His usual coldness was gone, replaced by a warmth she attributed to their marriage.

"Oscar," she sighed, "Do you think I'll hinder your career?"

"Why would you say that?"

She thought, Because you're so different from the Oscar I knew. "I'm afraid you're too focused on sex," she said, offering an excuse.

"Ah, you got me," Oscar admitted, turning to face her.

Their eyes met. Hannah's head barely reached his chin; she felt small beside him.

He bent down, close to her cheek. "But there's that old saying," he whispered, "A man would rather die in the arms of his beloved."

"I'm serious," Hannah said helplessly, wondering if all men prioritized sex above all else.

"So am I."

"Oscar, I mean, we need a win-win situation."

"I know. And marrying you is a big success."

Hannah groaned inwardly. A normal conversation seemed impossible. Annoyed, she turned to leave. Oscar pulled her back. "Don't leave me!"

"I'm just going inside."

"I don't care."

He was relentless. Hannah didn't bother arguing. But then, Oscar grabbed her hands and placed them on his penis through the bath towel. Her eyes widened in astonishment. What a clever man!

The next day, Hannah struggled to get out of bed. She hoped he wouldn't return. His insatiable desire was exhausting and painful.

She endured the aching in her body, went to the bathroom, and prepared for work. Then Oscar opened the door, blocking her exit.

Hannah was desperate. Again?