After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 958 Besse'S Doubt

Chapter 958 Besse's Doubt

Theodore was speechless, thinking that Oscar was disdainful of him for being attracted by women's beauty. He didn't deem everyone should be like Oscar, who had always been unimpressed by beautiful ladies.

Theodore continued to gaze at the model in front of him, watching her approach. Suddenly, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Have I seen her before?!" Theodore furrowed his brow but couldn't remember who she was.

Little Bunny gracefully strutted down the runway, flawlessly executing her performance. The audience area was dark and she didn't see Theodore. She didn't think he would attend such a fashion event anyway. After finishing her walk, Little Bunny stepped off the stage and took a deep breath. Linda rushed over to congratulate her.

"Little Bunny, you were amazing! You don't seem like much on a regular day but once you step onto that runway, you're incredible! You have no idea how many eyes were on you just now, you're perfect!" Little Bunny smiled slightly and felt satisfied with her performance just now.

"Let's go back to our dressing room and wait for the event to end," Linda said as she helped Little Bunny hold up her dress train.

As they walked down the hallway towards their dressing room, they bumped into someone familiar from earlier. However, upon closer inspection of this woman's face, they realized that she wasn't who they thought she was after all, though she appeared to be another one from behind.

The woman still noticed Little Bunny's obvious scrutiny. And she paused and began, "Miss Little Bunny, your show today was fantastic."

Little Bunny quickly regained composure and bowed politely in gratitude, "Thank you."

The woman smiled briefly then disappeared, leaving Little Bunny staring after her retreating figure wondering if there could be two people so alike in this world.

"Who is that?! She seems perfect for showbiz!" asked Linda.

"Don't even bother thinking about it." Replied Little Bunny dismissively, "Anyone who can freely walk around here must either be rich or powerful."

"That makes sense." Linda laughed, realizing how silly she had been thinking otherwise.

They left there, while Besse paused momentarily behind them before turning around for one last look at them, wondering if perhaps these girls knew who she was. But she was not quite sure. "Miss!" A male voice called out urgently interrupting Besse's thoughts.

"What's going on?"

"Where have you been? If you don't show up soon, the house will be demolished. You know how scary he gets when he's angry. Can you please hurry over?" Said the man.

In just one second, she disappeared under his nose without a trace. He thought Besse would disappear as she did at every press conference.

"Where is Doyle?" asked Besse.

"He's throwing a tantrum in your dressing room!" The man said urgently.

Besse pursed her lips and said, "Let's go."

"Okay."

The man quickly led Besse to a high-end lounge. As soon as they opened the door, they heard things being thrown around inside. Besse looked down at the shattered glass of the table lamp under her feet and then looked up at the furious man in front of her.

The man had an imposing figure with slightly Western features mixed with a hint of Eastern elegance. His deep blue eyes were sharp and his angular features were strikingly handsome. It was rare to see an exceptionally beautiful man getting mixed race like him.

"Don't smash worthless things! Try smashing that crown next to it!" Besse remained calm despite everything that was happening around them.

The staff inside were so scared that they didn't dare breathe loudly anymore. Doyle glared fiercely at Besse again, thinking she had run away once more.

"I just went to use the bathroom," Besse said calmly.

Doyle pursed his thin lips while suppressing his anger. He could be impolite to anyone else but for her, any anger would subside within two minutes.

He spoke with these emotions, "How do I know if you'll disappear again?"

"If I disappear, won't I come back again?!"

"You've stood me up three times already!" Doyle became angry, "Can't I have some emotions too?!"

Besse ignored his rage and ordered him instead, "Clean up this room."

Doyle wanted to ask staff members to clean it up instead but stopped himself when he heard what she said.

"You'll clean up. Whoever made this mess should clean it." Asked Besse.

"..." Doyle stared at her while both held their ground against each other.

Suddenly Doyle crouched down on his body, which shocked all the present staff members who couldn't believe what they saw from Karami's chief designer, whose temper usually exploded like a timed bomb, yet here he was being obedient in front of Besse.

"Ouch!"

Besse frowned worriedly.

"I'm bleeding." Doyle showed her his finger, which was broken by a glass fragment.

"Is that so hard?"

Doyle was a bit upset because he thought Besse would have comforted him since he was bleeding.

"Stand up." Then Besse turned to the staff beside them and said, "Please clean it up."

"Yes, Lady Besse."

Then she sat by the dresser, looking into the mirror at herself. Doyle slowly walked over to her while being ignored.

"You won't stand me up today, will you?" asked he.

"I'm still here."

Doyle smiled peacefully like a sheep, while he had been roaring like a lion a few seconds ago. He had a pretty sunny smile. Sometimes, Besse just couldn't resist when she saw such a sudden change in him. "Besse," Doyle said and reached out for her hand.

Looking at the wound on his hand, Besse took a deep breath and found a Band-aid to put on the cut. Doyle grinned at her while accepting her help.

"Besse, I know you love me."

His words caused her an impulsive decision to take that Band-aid down.

"When will we get married?" asked he.

Besse almost got choked with surprise. He started inventing things like marriage.

"How about starting preparing for our wedding after today?" asked Doyle, expectant.

Besse didn't want to discourage him and said, "Doyle, I don't remember those things in the past. I had no idea how much we loved each other, so I don't want to finish the wedding just like that. It's unfair, for both you and me."

"Is the past that important? The present time and the future are more important, aren't they?"

Besse did not answer him, since she agreed with his view. However, she was still hesitant as if there were not so many deep feelings for Doyle. She couldn't feel the profound love between the two of them in the old days.

"Besse..."

"Doyle, please give me more time."

"How long?"

Besse had no idea about it. Besides, she somehow had a sense of repulsion and unfamiliarity when facing him.