Chapter 756: I Won’t Let You Go

Her fingers trembled slightly. Oscar quickly sensed her revulsion, yet he refused to release her, despite knowing she found him repulsive.

"Is there anything else?" Hannah asked, suppressing her annoyance.

"As I said, we're only nominally divorced," he replied.

"But as I stated, we need a clean break," she retorted. She expected his agreement after her pronouncements.

He met her gaze. "Sorry, I won't let go."

"Oscar," Hannah sighed, her voice tinged with displeasure.

"Just stay here. I'll be back when I can," he said coldly, his tone demanding.

"Oscar, is that what you want?" she huffed.

"Absolutely."

Hannah felt a tightening in her chest. As always, she found it impossible to alter his decisions. "So, even after our divorce, I must remain in your house, awaiting your return and whims?" she asked, laced with self-deprecating humor.

Oscar's silence spoke volumes, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features. "Oscar, you startled me," she said.

"Hannah, you'll understand my reasons," he insisted, clearly uncomfortable. Though she understood the difficulty of his situation, she didn't consider it justification for his demands.

Yet, she restrained her anger, seeing no need for a confrontation. Since surviving the accident and becoming pregnant, she'd cultivated remarkable composure in the face of adversity. Even now, she felt only pity.

"Oscar, maybe we can discuss this later. Not now," she said frankly.

"No!" he countered, knowing he'd lose his chance if she left.

She offered a light smile, which seemed heartbreaking to him. His grip remained firm as he drew closer. They stared at each other in silence, neither yielding. She wouldn't give in, though she felt powerless to refuse.

"Oscar, you disappoint me," she said softly.

He simply nodded, acknowledging the hurt his decision caused. Still, he wouldn't let go.

"Can you set me free?" she asked.

He didn't loosen his grip. "With all the guards, I couldn't escape even if I wanted to," she said wryly. As his fingers relaxed slightly, she quickly broke free.

He instinctively reached for her, then forced himself to stop. "I believed you prioritized my and the baby's safety...but now it seems you just want to control me."

Earlier, she'd complained about his unresponsiveness, not the security detail. Her safety was paramount after nearly losing her life, but Oscar had failed her expectations.

She turned to leave. He reached for her again, but she deftly dodged him. His hand froze mid-air.

"If I can't even leave the building, what's the difference from being confined?" she asked.

His worry was palpable; he feared she might do something reckless.

"Very well, Mr. Wells, may I retire to my room?" Her casual tone felt unbearable to him.

"Hannah, don't…" he rasped.

"Isn't that what you want?"

"I want to fix our relationship…"

"To fix it, you must stop controlling me. We both know each other, and the worst damage we can inflict. Oscar, you've done it. And I...will act."

It wasn't a threat; a decision had been made.

He felt paralyzed. He reached for her, his arm freezing mid-air before slowly descending.

"I'm sure you'll understand my reasons someday."

"Never." She walked away, her words devoid of intimidation. Regardless of his reasons, she wouldn't find them justifiable. From the moment he kept her in the dark, she'd given up on forgiveness. He'd also tried to conceal the hurt he caused.

Reaching her room, she threw herself onto the bed. She wasn't as strong as she appeared. The pain and frustration only surfaced in solitude. Finding a "Mr. Right" seemed increasingly unrealistic.

Though spared by fate, she hadn't learned her lesson, repeating the same mistake. Lying on the bed, she relived the past. The sweeter the memories, the more bitter the present. Tears flowed silently. She hadn't wanted to cry, yet they flowed uncontrollably. Sadness inevitably elicited tears.

The door opened. She closed her eyes, hastily wiping away her tears. She pretended not to notice the approaching footsteps.

The mattress dipped. It was Oscar. She saw his exhaustion in the shadows under his eyes. He clearly needed rest. And she wasn't heartless enough to drive him away; it was his home, and she couldn't, even if she wanted to. Her only choice was to leave.

Just as she was about to rise, he whispered, "I won't touch you."

She felt him move away. The king-size bed provided ample space.

Hannah remained still. She wasn't compromising; she was considering how to convince him to let her go.