After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 644 A Birthday Cake

Chapter 644 A Birthday Cake

In the car, Hannah curled in Oscar's arms. There was silence in the car, and both of them seemed to be worried about something.

"Rowan said he'll take me to the capital and let me work for him." Oscar suddenly said.

Hannah compressed her lips. She had gathered the result.

In her past life, Charles was also taken to the capital after he developed for a while.

Oscar was, however, quicker than Charles.

"When I go there, I may come back less."

"Uh-huh."

After all, she couldn't do anything except accept the truth. She always thought she can help Oscar before. But that was only because she thought he was just trying to get a seat on the political stage, and she could help him crumple Charles and take his place. But she didn't expect that the hatred he bore was about his family and nation. Facing such responsibility as his, she felt her capacity was limited. "Everything will be fine when this is over." Oscar hugged her more tightly.

He also couldn't bear to leave her.

"I trust you, but..."

"But what?"

"I feel like there's nothing I can help you with." Hannah felt a little lost. She also wanted to lend Oscar a helping hand in his world.

"Little fool." Oscar gave her a doting smile, "Because of your sudden appearance, you help me get this position at least a decade early."

Hannah looked at him.

Oscar touched her nose and said, "Don't underestimate how important you're in my life!"

"Yes." Hannah leaned her head on Oscar's chest.

"You take care of our baby. I'll deal with other things."

Hannah nodded.

"Since I promised you I'd get back to you with a clean identity, I'll keep my word."

"I'll wait for you!" Hannah said.

At this moment, both of them hadn't ever known what would happen next.

Half a month later, it was Oscar's birthday.

Hannah got up early and carefully pull back the quilt.

"Ah!" She screamed lowly.

Oscar took her straight into his arms and asked in a hoarse but charming voice, "Where you wanna go?"

"Toilet."

She thought he was still sleeping.

"I carry you to the toilet."

"I can go on my own."

But Oscar didn't listen to her at all and picked her up from the waist.

Hannah hugged him by the neck.

This guy's arm strength was amazing.

Oscar put her on the toilet and said, "You can pee now."

"Can you pee if I watch you?" Hannah felt angry, "Go out."

Oscar fondled her head and smiled, "I've seen you pee before."

"Oscar!" Hannah was getting furious.

"Don't be angry, you'll wake the baby."

"... You should go out."

Then Oscar reluctantly went out of the bathroom.

Hannah took a deep breath and thought he was not easy to play at. She had planned to get up early to make him a birthday cake. But now she felt she had no way to give him a surprise. Hannah quickly used the toilet and washed up.

Opening the bathroom door, she found Oscar had waited outside.

"I don't want to sleep more," Hannah said.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I want to make you a birthday cake."

Oscar paused for a second.

"Today is your birthday, isn't it?" Hannah looked at him.

Oscar felt something that seemed to be in his throat, "I've never celebrated this birthday."

He had just mentioned it to her casually but had never celebrated it. Growing up, he was used to celebrating Thomas Wells' birthday as his.

"That was before. I'll be with you to celebrate your birthday on this day after every year." Hannah smiled sweetly.

"Okay." Oscar immediately agreed.

"And now I'm gonna go downstairs to the kitchen."

"You can let Max do that."

"Oscar!"

He tried to stop her every time, which made Hannah upset.

She was just pregnant, not disabled, Hannah thought.

"I'm afraid that you don't know how to make a cake."

"I've eaten the food you cooked in River Town last time."

"So, you're worried about the cake I make will taste bad, aren't you?" Hannah was irritated.

It turned out that she was foolishly sentimental.

Smiling widely, Oscar said, "No. I'm just afraid you'll get hurt."

"I don't care. I want to make one for you." Hannah turned her charm on him.

Oscar actually couldn't say no to her. Especially when she showed her white feather, he would be defeated immediately.

He kissed her cheek and said, "Right, but I need to accompany you."

"... OK."

Then they went downstairs together. Not expecting they would go down so early, Max hurriedly said, "I'll make you breakfast right away."

"That's OK, Max. I want to make a cake for Oscar."

Max simply looked at Hannah with a surprised look.

Hannah paused a second and then turned back to look at Oscar, "Doesn't Max know it?"

She thought Max must have known about Oscar's real birthday if he had been with Oscar for so long.

"No." Oscar shook his head, "Everyone around me knows that except you."

Hannah felt angry.

"Max just didn't expect you'd know it." Oscar explained and walked up to Max, "She has known everything."

Max nodded and he seemed to be relieved and delighted.

"You can do your work. I'll be with Hannah."

"Yes." Max left respectfully.

Oscar waved his hand, "Let's go, Chef Hannah."

Hannah felt Oscar was making fun of her. She had watched so many tutorial videos for today's cake that she didn't believe she would fail.

Hannah stepped into the open kitchen with Oscar.

When Hannah was busy, Oscar hugged her from the back all the time to show his affection. And he also caressed her lower stomach and bosom occasionally, which got her in a mess. Finally, Hannah got her cake done with some decorations. Then she reached out to carry the plate.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, she got scalded by the oven. Oscar hastily caught her hand and put it to his mouth. And he licked her fingers with his tongue.

The way Oscar licked her finger was too erotic, Hannah thought.

"It doesn't hurt." She flushed.

Oscar replied and removed his tongue from her finger.

Hannah almost lost control because of him, and then she hastily pulled her hand back.

Watching her reaction, Oscar felt itching to make love with her.

The process of pregnancy needed ten months, which would probably torture him to death.

Carrying the cake, Oscar walked to the dining table together with Hannah.

Oscar took a mouthful of cake with a fork. Staring at him early, Hannah was waiting for his comment for ages.

"It's not good?" Hannah sounded nervous.

Oscar shook his head.

"Is it taste good?"

Oscar shook his head once again.

"Oscar!" Hannah thought he was making fun of her.

"It tastes like my mom's cooking."

"My mom," Oscar muttered, "My biological mom once made me a cake on my birthday."