After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 990 A “Troublesome” Kid

Chapter 990 A "Troublesome" Kid

The car arrived at Oscar's castle. The castle was heavily guarded. Undoubtedly, this was the least likely place for Besse to be disturbed. It was for this reason that she agreed to stay with Oscar.

She realized that she might have been too bold, as Northfield Commander's home was not a place where ordinary people could easily live in. But since she had come here, she decided to make the best of it. "Commander," Max greeted Oscar in the hall when they arrived. At that moment, he looked surprised when he saw Besse.

"Max, please arrange a room for Miss Besse to stay for a few days," Oscar instructed him respectfully.

"Yes," With that said, Max left the hall.

"You can sit down and wait for a while," Oscar said to Besse as they walked towards the sofa. She nodded and sat down while he took his seat at some distance from her on another sofa nearby. Besse frowned slightly but didn't say anything about it. Perhaps because of her previous rejection of him, Oscar seemed very careful and deliberately kept his distance from her, which suited her just fine. After sitting down on the sofa, Oscar turned on the TV and placed the remote control in front of Besse. "You can choose the channel you like, I'll go change my clothes."

"Thank you." She smiled politely.

Oscar then left with Salem by his side without showing any emotions or reactions whatsoever.

Besse saw them leave and she started reading the news on her phone. Those contents were going out of control. But she found nothing about Oscar and her presence at the airport earlier. Indeed, Oscar didn't have an intention, and nor did the media dare to spin him.

Meanwhile, Oscar started calming down only when he went into his room. He had been nervous since Besse agreed with his suggestion, afraid that she would regret it abruptly. Oscar even thought that was the longest journey he had ever had in his whole life, from the hotel to the castle, during which he was overwhelmed by worry, fear and torture, though she had never gone back on her words. "Dad?" Salem felt surprised to see Oscar being numbed like this.

He remembered what his dad had been on the television-always calm and confident, no matter how big an occasion might be. He had never looked so lost as now.

Oscar snapped out of his thoughts and said to Salem, "Go take a shower."

"Right now?" Salem was a bit confused.

"We just went out and sweated a bit. We're dirty." Oscar explained.

Salem sniffed his clothes. "I don't smell anything."

"Just listen to me." Oscar insisted.

"Okay." Salem obediently nodded. "Then I'll go back to my room and take a shower."

"I'll go with you," Oscar added.

"Together?" Salem was surprised. He had always been bathed by Max since he was young, so it was unexpected for Oscar to suggest they bathe together.

"Take off your clothes." Without giving Salem any chance to change his mind, Oscar walked straight into the bathroom.

Salem felt both flattered and surprised but followed his dad into the bathroom anyway. They took a quick bath together, but Salem didn't know how his dad managed to wash him so fast; there seemed like an urgency in their actions that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Afterwards, Oscar roughly dried off Salem's hair before letting him change into clean home clothes

Salem returned to the living room, where Besse noticed him walking in her direction, she couldn't help but laugh.

Salem's hair looked like a dandelion flower. It was completely different from how he usually looked-neat, elegant, and refined-instead, having this messy look that only children could have when they were playing around without caring about appearances whatsoever.

"You took a shower?" Besse asked through giggles at seeing such an unusual sight before her eyes now.

"My dad said I'm dirty," replied Salem with obvious frustration.

"He must be a germophobe," Besse commented between laughs.

"Germophobe?"

"That means he's very clean, he would take a shower and change his clothes as long as he comes back from outside because he thought that there are germs outside. And he cleans himself and the house a lot." Besse explained patiently.

"Not really..." countered Salem.

Besse was surprised.

"He sometimes comes home drunk without washing up first and goes to bed, he reeks of alcohol when I come into his room."

Besse felt a bit embarrassed and said, "People won't be sober enough to take a shower when they get drunk."

"But sometimes when he doesn't drink, he comes home and goes to bed directly without taking off his clothes and socks. One time Uncle Theodore told me that my dad hadn't taken a bath or washed his hair for three days straight."

Besse couldn't help but burst out laughing again at hearing all these stories.

At this moment, Oscar appeared in the living room wearing clean home clothes. He heard how Salem described him.

Oscar coughed nervously. Salem turned around and saw his father, a little startled. He was just telling the truth and seemed to have upset his father.

Oscar cleared his throat and pretended not to care. He was trying to explain himself. "I'm too tired after work, so I'll lie down for a while. After resting for a bit, I'll take a shower. And that time when I didn't shower for three days was because I worked overtime for three days straight and didn't have time to wash up. When I got back from work, the first thing I did was clean myself."

Besse found it amusing. She just let it go in one ear and out the other; she wouldn't take it to heart. But Oscar took her seriously and made her feel embarrassed by explaining himself so earnestly. She looked at Salem and said, "Salem come here, let me fix your hair."

Salem walked over. For some reason, he never wanted to get close to others normally but when Besse called him over he couldn't refuse. Besse smelled the nice scent of body wash on him, "You smell good." "Really?" Salem lowered his head again to smell himself, "I used my dad's body wash."

"Hmm... it smells great." Besse nodded approvingly.

She carefully fixed Salem's messy hair while he stood obediently in front of her.

Oscar watched all of this happening before his eyes, how gentle Besse looked as she smiled at Salem with such tenderness. Something that had never happened before in his life suddenly appeared right before him without warning.