After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 1181 Come Sleep In My Room

Chapter 1181 Come Sleep in My Room

Hannah agreed, but it started from a premise.

She said, "Just three years. When Manuel and Susan's child in kindergarten, I'll quit."

"Okay, then I'll tell Manuel now, let him parent at home without worrying."

Hannah showed her displeasure and said, "I mean I'll help him manage Cooper Group, but not all the groups."

"Yeah, uh-huh." Miguel nodded and said. He quickly called Manuel, afraid that Hannah would back out soon.

After that, he said to Hannah, "Manuel hoped you can go to work next Monday. On the Monday morning, he'll come to pick you up to the company and hand over his work to you in person."

"Um."

She wouldn't go back on her word.

"Then I'll go to bed."

"Hannah,"

"Anything else?"

"Just now when your mom and I took Sal and Una upstairs to wash up, she whispered in my ear that the house has not been so busy for a long time. Before, when you were away, Manuel and Susan often came to visit us, and Oscar would bring the kids back once or twice a week, but since you came back, the home has become deserted..."

"You mean I shouldn't come back?"

"Nah," Miguel smiled and continued, "You know what Dad means."

"I don't know."

With that said, Hannah left in a huff. When she had been absent in the past 4 or 5 years, everyone had been bought by Oscar. At the thought of is, she was somewhat angry. As she opened the door to her bedroom, she got even angrier.

Why was Oscar in her room?

And he was sleeping on her bed.

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't you just tell me to ask the person who invited me to stay here tonight where I was going to sleep? I just asked your mother, and she said this is the room for me to sleep in." He said confidently, and then added, "Your room only has one bed, so I can only sleep in this bed."

"Oscar!" Hannah gnashed.

"I'm not going to grab the covers with you." Oscar guaranteed.

Hannah turned and went straight to leave. Oscar swiftly got up from the bed and strode in front of her to block the way she left.

Hannah glared at him and snapped, "Get out of the way!"

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business!"

"Don't be mad, I'm just kidding you. I'll sleep on the couch later." Oscar said and laughed.

His smile was still charming, as if he was trying to tempt her.

"Is there no other room in the house?" Hannah's tone was not good.

"None left," Oscar said. "Sal has one room, Una has one room, your parents have one room, you have one room, and there are two servant rooms."

Hannah counted the rooms in her house.

"Isn't there another storage room?"

"So do you think I should sleep in the warehouse?" Oscar said with a wry smile.

Hannah pursed her lips, remembering that that room seemed to not even have a bed.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," Oscar said. "It's getting late, you should take a shower and rest early. By the way, I've prepared the water in the bathtub for you and set it to a constant temperature mode, you can just go ahead and take your shower."

Hannah looked at him.

"Goodnight, Hannah."

Hannah did not respond. Oscar didn't say much either, he turned around and went downstairs. She watched Oscar's back disappear like that, looking at his somewhat disheveled figure from behind. In the end, nothing was said. Hannah returned to her room and closed the door. And then she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When she got in the bathroom, she was surprised to see that apart from the water in the bathtub, there were also clean clothes for her, her underwear and panties put neatly beside it. Hannah flushed a bit. What on earth did Oscar think their relationship was?

It was late at night.

Hannah couldn't fall asleep. After getting drunk in the afternoon, she slept for too long. At this moment, she didn't feel sleepy at all. Besides, she felt a little hungry. When she woke up in the afternoon, she didn't eat much for dinner because she felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

Hannah thought for a moment, but decided to get up, put on her coat and walked out of the room.

The house was very quiet now, only a few dim and yellow lights on.

Hannah carefully tiptoed down the stairs, trying her best not to make any noise and disturb others.

As she arrived at the living room, from a distance, she saw a silhouette of a person nestling on the sofa in the living room. The sofa was quite spacious. But for some reason, Hannah felt the person on it would be uncomfortable falling asleep. Of course, that was also Oscar's own choice, she didn't have to feel guilty.

She walked past the sofa and went to the adjacent open kitchen, turned on a small light, and then looked at some ingredients in the kitchen. She was preparing to make herself a toast and fry an egg to eat. She didn't want to disturb Oscar's sleep. She was completely focused and careful in her work. Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind. Hannah was scared out of her wits and almost screamed, but a big hand covered her mouth just in time.

Then, a familiar male voice whispered seductively in her ear, "Hannah, it's me."

His body was pressed against hers from behind and his hand still covered her mouth as if he were hugging her.

Hannah moved slightly and Oscar reluctantly let go of her.

"What's wrong with you? You don't sleep but wandered around in the middle of the night, do you want to scare me to death?"

"You're not sleeping either."

"I'm hungry." Hannah retorted.

"So am I."

"But didn't you eat a lot for dinner?"

"It's not my stomach that's hungry," Oscar said with an ambiguous tone. "It's my body."

"Oscar!" Hannah blushed furiously because she knew exactly what he meant by that.

"Do you need any help?" Oscar laughed and changed the subject.

"No thanks, go back to sleep!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"The eggs seem burnt."

"I like them burnt."

"Your tone is unique."

"Are you done talking?"

"Goodnight." Oscar felt her getting angry so he left wisely after saying goodnight.

After he left, Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. Having Oscar next to her made her feel uneasy all over. She looked at the fried eggs on the plate but they were unappetizing now, so she threw them away along. She then grabbed some toast and ate it quickly just to fill up on something before going back upstairs with a glass of hot milk in hand.

As she passed by the couch where Oscar slept on, she said, "Come sleep in my room."