After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 371 The Night

At that time, Hannah's fever had been cooled down already. She just seemed to have a grudge against Oscar.

Oscar opened the door and noticed the difference in his room for an instant. He rolled his sharp eyes and found Hannah lying on the couch and staring at him. He was off guard all at once, and his heart went extremely soft.

He was in suit and tie, looking straight. He was frozen at the door. Probably, he hadn't imagined she would suddenly be here.

Hannah stared at him without a blink. They just stared at each other for a long while. Finally, Oscar took off his shoes and walked up to Hannah in socks.

He had got only one pair of slippers in the apartment, which were now on Hannah's feet. Her feet were small and cute compared with his slippers and they made him feel warm and sweet to see at the first sight.

Oscar stood in front of her and looked at her angry face. He knew she was mad at him for coming back so late.

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?" Oscar asked. Vaguely, she could hear the suppressed excitement in his voice of tone.

Hannah looked away and refused to answer his question.

"You wanted to surprise me?" Oscar smiled.

To Hannah, his pretty smile meant nothing but mocking. She thought he was laughing at her for having waited for him like a fool. Hannah remained silent and got pissed off.

Oscar threw his eyes on the candlelight dinner on the table and apologized with guilt, "Sorry. I've got a dinner party tonight. I would have come back earlier if you've called." Hannah still said nothing, and was in a sulk.

"Are you hungry? Let's have dinner." Oscar said softly.

He just spoiled her dearly even though she turned a cold shoulder to him. Oscar could not tell how excited he was when he opened and door and saw her lying on the couch.

"I don't feel like eating." Hannah said angrily.

"Oh, you finally talk to me." Oscar put on a prettier smile.

Hannah told herself not to be seduced by his charm. But suddenly she saw Oscar's handsome face getting close to her cheek...

"Oscar!" Hannah covered his mouth and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Oscar blinked his eyes slightly and looked her up and down with sexual passion. His eyes were hot and she felt like being teased. "Wearing that? Don't you want me to do something, Mrs Wells?"

"No. I just wanna look good."

"A girl will doll herself up for him who loves her."

"Come on. Stop being so full of yourself... Hmm..." Hannah was pressed down on the couch wit her mouth smothered by his.

They were clinging to each other that they could hear each other breathing.

"Oscar, I haven't had dinner yet..."

"I've been waiting for you for a whole night. I'm starving."

"I'll feed you. You'll be full of me."

It was 3 am. Hannah was in Oscar's loose T-shirt and carried up from the bed. She lowered her head to take a look at her red slip dress. Gosh! She wore it only once and it was all torn up!

Oscar carried Hannah to the dining table and put her on the chair, then said, "I've got few food material here. I guess the food you've ordered is cold. It tastes bad if we recook it. Would you like me to cook noodles for you?"

"I don't want your noodles." she turned him down directly.

She was starving but he only gave her noodles. She wanted meat, lots of meat. She wanted to pig out and refresh herself.

"No food delivery at this hour." Oscar looked a little bewildered and comforted her softly, "How about noodles with eggs?"

Hannah looked away angrily. She didn't give her answer this time but she knew she would get nothing else to eat except noddles.

Oscar came close to Hannah's cheeks. She was stiff and scared out immediately. He was so wild about sex and she dared not arouse him. Then she felt a peck on her forehead. The next second, she saw Oscar stand up and go up to the kitchen.

It was an open kitchen. The apartment was very small, so the dinning table was put right in front of the kitchen counter. Hannah sat there and could see clearly what Oscar was doing. She saw Oscar cooking skillfully in the kitchen.

To her surprise, a rich guy like him could cook well. What an expert in time management. How many other skills had he kept from her?

Hannah simply kept watching Oscar busy cooking in the kitchen. And Oscar would turn around to pay a glance at her from time to time and then put on a bright smile. Obviously, he was excited from the bottom of his heart. That silly smile made him look like a fool.

About ten minutes later, Oscar put the noodles in front of Hannah. To her astonishment, the egg he fried was in heart-shape. Oscar was still so good at pleasing a woman. Even the smallest details had softened her heart.

"Have a taste." said Oscar.

Hannah picked up the fork and was about to eat.

"Let me feed you." Oscar took her fork away while saying.

"I can eat by myself." Hannah complained.

She felt it was weird when she just thought of being fed. But she still opened her mouth when Oscar sent the noodles to her mouth. She was always led by Oscar and obedient to him.

"Is it good?" asked Oscar.

Hannah nodded. She couldn't tell whether she hadn't expected much on him or she was just too hungry. She thought the noodles that Oscar had cooked for her was so tasty.

"I'm happy that you like it." Oscar said with a smile, looking so charming with that smile on his face.

Oscar was feeding Hannah noodles mouthful by mouthful in the quiet room. Hannah wasn't used to it at first, but she enjoyed it later. It felt good to be fed. It was the feeling of being loved deeply. She had finished eating the last noodle in the plate, and was shocked to see the empty plate with sauce only. She had been a light eater, and never imagined she could eat that much.

"Want more?"

"No. Thanks." She couldn't eat a horse, anyway.

Oscar touched her head softly, as if she was a kid. Hannah didn't hate it. Then Oscar wiped her mouth for her carefully. After that, he stood up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After he did the dishes, he returned and carried Hannah in his arms. And she put her arms round his neck naturally. They went back to the bed intimately.

The bed wasn't big or soft enough. And it even screaked when they were lying together on it.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Oscar asked. He held her in the arms while asking.

The bed wasn't comfortable, but she was fine with it because he was there for her.