Inside Oscar’s room, Hannah felt nervous. Oscar approached, causing her to lean back uneasily.

“If you don’t want it, then so be it,” Oscar said, his hands falling to his sides, his expression carefree.

Hannah took a deep breath. “Please hurry,” she said with a smile.

Oscar grinned wickedly. Falling for a playboy like Oscar was easy, but not for Hannah. She held her breath as she felt him approach again. He touched her wedding dress, searching for a button.

“Master Wells, do you have any idea how to take this off?” Hannah asked, offended by his touch. He’d touched her all over.

“There are no clothes I can’t take off,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Especially yours.” Hannah’s heart raced. She’d expected him to say “especially women’s,” but the implication was the same. Still, the difference felt significant. This was the skill of a true Lothario; his power over women was exceptional. She was no match.

She remained silent, determined to maintain emotional distance. Her dress slid down; the outer layer removed so smoothly she hadn’t even noticed.

“How did you take it off?” she asked.

“Give me a kiss, and I’ll tell you,” Oscar replied directly.

“…” What a pervert, she thought.

He began removing the second layer, taking his time, but eventually succeeding. Then the third. Oscar's fingers moved. "I'll do it for this," he murmured, his deliberate touching fueling her suspicion that he was trying to seduce her.

This was the last layer, yet she hesitated to let him see her naked. Hannah snatched his hand. “I’ll take it off myself.”

“Are you sure?” Oscar asked.

“There’s only one left,” she said with certainty. She stooped, gathered her scattered clothes, and started to leave.

“Leave it here; I’ll let Mester take it,” Oscar said.

Hannah, surprised by his generosity, agreed, hurrying to add, “I’ll give you the one I’m wearing after I take it off.”

“In case you seduce me again, I must remind you this robe can’t be removed alone. Try it if you don’t believe me.”

Seduce? When had she seduced him? She glared at him, doubtful.

Reluctant to face Oscar again, Hannah retreated to his bathroom, but despite searching everywhere, couldn't find the fastening.

“Where is it?” she exclaimed, frustrated.

“Under your armpit.”

She found a knot there and yanked it. The design was absurd. The location made it impossible to untie with both hands, and she couldn't manage it with one. What a brilliant designer!

After struggling, she gave up. “Please help me, Master Wells.”

“Don’t you want to give it another try?” Oscar asked, enjoying her enraged helplessness.

“No, I don’t.”

He approached. Hannah's chest heaved with anger, her unintentional breaths captivating Oscar; his own temperature rising. He secretly regulated his breathing, and with a seemingly emotionless face, untied the knot.

“Don’t look!” Hannah covered his eyes the moment it came undone.

Oscar laughed. He knew her last garment lay at his feet; she was naked, and her first instinct was to shield his eyes, leaving herself unable to dress. The embarrassment was palpable. Oscar, eyes covered, smiled broadly.

“Could you close your eyes?” Hannah asked.

“What do you think?” he retorted.

“Could you be more like a gentleman?” she demanded, exasperated. Even in her reborn state, she wasn't letting a playboy appreciate her nakedness.

“If I weren’t a gentleman, do you think you’d still be standing here naked, and not… lying on my bed?”

“Then be more like one, and don’t look at me!” she pleaded.

Oscar found it harder to control himself. She had no idea how to subdue a man. But he wanted more. “Beg me, then I won’t look.”

“…” Hannah's anger flared. This man was appalling.

“Call me honey,” he said.

“Oscar Wells!” she snapped.

“I don’t mind celebrating our bridal night like this,” he threatened.

Hannah wanted to strangle him. “I’m sure many women have called you that,” she gritted out.

“But I’m not interested in them,” he replied.

“…” What a jerk.

Oscar prolonged the moment, reveling in their closeness, his happiness growing with each word from the naked Hannah. Her arms ached; he was too tall.

Finally, she whispered, “Honey.” Her soft, sweet voice was enough to unsettle him.