Hannah stared at Oscar. The elegant little boy in the photograph looked exactly like a miniature Oscar, clad in a black suit. Everyone could see he was from a wealthy family. In the photo, Hannah wore a pink, puffy dress, tears streaking her cheeks. She didn't even remember when the picture was taken; the mini-Oscar looked so handsome, yet she had no recollection of him. Her attention had been wholly focused on Charles since childhood, and she felt she'd missed so much.

"It was at the Wells manor, at my father's birthday," Oscar explained. "You came with your family, and you got lost. I brought you back."

"..." Why did Oscar remember it so vividly?

"Oh, yes," Michelle interjected, recalling something. "Hannah was only five. It was her first time at your house. The manor was so large; Miguel and I were busy socializing. We didn't notice Hannah wander off with a puppy. She was missing before we realized it! I was so panicked. Then I saw you bring Hannah back. A photographer at the party thought you two were adorable, so he took a picture. Your mother gave it to me afterward, saying how adorable Hannah was."

Hannah recalled fragments of the story. She vaguely remembered a large, unfamiliar place, her inability to find her parents, and the fear that welled up within her. She remembered seeing a little boy and, if she wasn't mistaken, running to him, asking for help. That little boy, however, had been utterly unfriendly. While she cried, he showed no sympathy, asking with a blank expression, "How will you repay me if I help you find your parents?"

Hannah stared at him with teary eyes.

"Be my wife when you grow up," he said.

"Yes," she promised, willing to do anything at that moment. She didn't even understand the word "wife."

He then took her hand and led her back to her parents in the living room. It was just a fleeting episode for Hannah; she didn't even remember it after being reunited with her parents. Yet, in this moment, she recalled everything with startling clarity.

They looked at each other. Oscar smiled. "You remembered?"

"No," Hannah lied, pretending to be clueless. She wouldn't admit to promising to be his wife.

Oscar didn't expose her, instead continuing to flip through old photos with Michelle. They were in high spirits. Hannah had always thought Oscar inept with the elderly, self-centered even. Unexpectedly, he was a natural with her parents, far surpassing the "scumbag" Charles.

After dinner, Oscar and Hannah left the Cooper manor. In the car, Hannah rested her chin on her hands, silently gazing out the window, lost in thought. Oscar reclined, watching her. Silence filled the car.

"Oscar," Hannah murmured, without turning, "you treat everyone so well."

"Hannah, are you jealous?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. "It's just...unimaginable. You don't seem attentive, yet you do so many surprising things. Like telling my parents we'd be a day late."

"Yes," Oscar replied.

"And the presents you had Harriet bring? You arranged all that?"

"Yeah."

Hannah took a deep breath, turning to see Oscar's smile. "Don't be so good to me," she said seriously.

"Afraid of falling in love with me?"

"No," she shook her head. "I'm afraid it'll hurt your ego." Falling in love again seemed impossible.

"Don't worry," Oscar said confidently. "You will fall in love with me."

"..." Hannah was speechless.

They soon arrived at Oscar's villa. Entering the living room, then heading upstairs to their bedroom, Oscar suddenly paused. Hannah, lost in thought, bumped lightly into his back. She stepped back.

"Need a driver tomorrow?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Just lend me a car. It's too late to arrange one now."

"Did you forget the car included in your betrothal gift? It's in the garage, the key's by the entrance."

"How much is it? I'll pay you," Hannah said, wanting to avoid taking advantage of him.

"Do I look like I need the money?"

"We're business partners; we need to keep our accounts clear."

Oscar abruptly entered his bedroom and slammed the door. Hannah was startled. 'What a hothead!' she thought, feeling inexplicably frustrated. She stormed into her own bedroom.

Her phone rang immediately.

"Hey, Susan."

"You still remember my name? I thought you'd forgotten me after getting married!"

"Hey, I was busy."

"Busy what? Getting close to Oscar?" Susan teased.

"I went to his parents' house the day after the wedding and we went back to my parents' today. I just got home, and you call before I even sit down," Hannah explained patiently, despite her exhaustion.

"Perfect timing, then."

"What's up?"

"I'm at the Emperor Club. Guess what I saw?" Susan smirked.

"What?" Hannah wasn't interested.

"Martina hugging a guy. If I post it online, she won't dare tease me about nightclubs again!" Susan exclaimed.

Hannah rubbed her ears. She needed to put Susan on speaker next time.

"It was Manuel!" Susan screamed.