Hannah didn't bother correcting Oscar's misconception; his ex was none of her concern. She remained at the Wells' house all afternoon, unoccupied.

At suppertime, the maid brought Karen's dinner upstairs. It was inconvenient for Karen to use chopsticks with her swollen hand, and she'd requested the meal be brought up to avoid disturbing everyone at dinner.

Hannah sensed the Wells' preference for Oscar.

After supper, staring at the large bed in Oscar's bedroom, Hannah wondered where she would sleep.

"Sleepy? You've been staring at my bed without blinking," Oscar smiled.

Hannah mustered her courage. "How will we sleep tonight?"

"How do you want to sleep with me?" Oscar teased.

"I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hannah replied.

She supposed there was no reason for Oscar to sleep on the sofa in his own house, especially considering his height; he'd be uncomfortable. She wasn't domineering enough to force him to make any sacrifice for her.

"There's only one quilt," he reminded her. "If you ask the maids for another, my parents will hear about it immediately. Knowing we need two quilts, and that we married so suddenly, they'll suspect a sham marriage."

"I know. I don't need a quilt; I'll sleep in my clothes," Hannah insisted.

"In that case, sleep well," Oscar yawned. "I'm going to shower."

"Okay, you go first," Hannah nodded.

Oscar took his pajamas and entered the bathroom.

"Oscar," Hannah called out, remembering something.

Oscar turned. "Want to join me?"

"Put your clothes on before you come out!" Hannah snapped. She felt an overwhelming urge to strangle the playboy.

Oscar laughed heartily. "Alright. I have a body ordinary women can't resist."

The bathroom door closed. Hannah went to the cloakroom. Finding prepared clothing, she realized the Wells truly considered her family, a stark contrast to her past with the Sawyers. Besides pajamas and underwear, there were even outfits for going out. She chose a set of pajamas and waited for Oscar.

Oscar showered quickly, emerging fully clothed. Hannah avoided him, grabbed her clothes, and rushed into the bathroom, eager to avoid contact.

Oscar watched her retreating back, a faint smile playing on his lips. This woman would require patience.

...

Oscar put down his phone, turning to look at the woman on the sofa. He got up, walked to her, and lifted her onto the bed.

Hannah murmured, shifting uncomfortably, her face rubbing against his chest as she searched for a comfortable position. Oscar felt helpless.

While she maintained a distance during their waking hours, asleep, she was relaxed, childlike. Now, tired in his arms, she seemed utterly dependent on him.

Knowing they shared a room, she slept soundly. Did she not worry he might violate her? Was she here to torment him?