Chapter 486: She's Annoying

Oscar chuckled, taking Hannah's small, clean foot in his hand and kissing the sole. Her legs limp, Hannah tried to pull away, but Oscar held firm.

"What are you doing?" Hannah demanded, annoyed.

"It's right here," Oscar smiled wickedly, "how can I resist a bite?" He took a nibble. It wasn't painful, but it itched. Hannah growled, "If you want to gnaw on feet, ask Max to buy you two trotters tomorrow!"

"My wife's trotters are far more delicious."

"Call your own feet trotters!" Hannah fumed.

Seeing her face redden, Oscar reluctantly released her foot. Hannah quickly tucked her feet under the quilt, fearing further liberties. Oscar laughed at her reaction and moved closer.

A knock came. "Oscar and Hannah."

Hannah glanced at Oscar. He pursed his lips, got out of bed, and opened the door. Karen peered in.

"Is Hannah asleep?"

"What's the matter?" Oscar asked directly, ignoring her question.

"Hannah showed me the shower, but I've forgotten how to get warm water. No matter what I do, it's only cold," Karen complained. "At home, the servants always helped…"

Oscar left the room, Karen quickly following. Hannah watched but remained still. Oscar returned, soaked. It must have been Karen; she'd done it deliberately.

"I'll take a shower," Oscar said.

Hannah pretended not to hear, continuing to play on her phone.

Oscar showered quickly. Emerging, he threw himself at Hannah. She couldn't always refuse him. He pinned her, beginning to flirt.

"Oscar, Hannah." Karen's voice again.

Oscar stiffened; Hannah smirked, a sudden satisfaction flooding her. Everyone had their weaknesses, and Oscar deserved this.

"Go ask your darling little sister what she wants," Hannah reminded him.

Oscar struggled to control his temper, finally rising and opening the door.

"Oscar, can you blow-dry my hair? I don't know how to use a dryer. Mom said I'll catch a cold if it's not dry," Karen pleaded, looking pitiful.

Even Hannah felt a twinge of sympathy. This little bitch was certainly difficult.

"Max!" Oscar shouted.

Max rushed down. "Yes, Mr. Wells?"

"Help Karen dry her hair."

"Oscar!" Karen protested. "Max and I aren't… intimate. You can't…"

"Neither are we," Oscar retorted bluntly.

"But you're my brother."

"Am I or not? Don't you know?" Oscar raised an eyebrow.

Karen was speechless, staring at him.

"Either let Max teach you, or let him help. You're grown up; make your own decisions!" He slammed the door, his anger evident.