After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 996 Beautiful Scenery In The Morning

Chapter 996 Beautiful Scenery in the Morning

In the lobby, time seemed to stand still, peaceful and beautiful. Besse carefully bandaged Oscar's wound. After finishing, she looked up and met Oscar's gaze. She could feel the deep affection, indulgence, and smile in his eyes. Was it just her imagination? It disappeared in an instant.

Oscar shifted his gaze away and pretended to be distant.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Besse let go of Oscar's wrist.

In the quiet of the night, there was a sense of unease. Besse packed up the first aid kit and put it back where it belonged.

"It's late now, you should sleep early, Mr Commander." She said.

"Okay." Oscar nodded.

Whatever she said or did, he respected her greatly.

"Goodnight," Oscar suddenly added as Besse turned to leave.

Besse paused for a moment before turning around. "Goodnight."

Besse returned to her room but her heart was beating faster than usual. Her feelings towards Oscar made her feel conflicted. She had always been indifferent towards emotions. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so lukewarm towards Doyle all these years. But why did facing Oscar bring about indescribable emotional fluctuations?

She told herself that it was because of the specific environment she was in that gave her a certain sense of security with him since he allowed her to stay here overnight and that made her have some sort of mental illusion.

"No need to think too much about it." She thought to herself.

Meanwhile, in the lobby, Oscar stood motionless for a long time after watching Besse disappear. A "goodnight" had given him too much psychological impact-he thought he would never hear those words from her again, which made him unexpectedly feel the warmth within his heart.

Time could stop here forever even if all he could do was look at her back, even if she forgot everything about him.

The next day dawned bright and early with Besse waking up feeling refreshed after getting seven hours' worth of sleep. That was something that rarely happened to her since most nights were spent tossing around. She got up quickly and freshened herself before hesitating when reaching out for the door handle. She was afraid to face that man again due to her different feelings for this man, which somewhat made her resistant towards seeing him again.

After thinking things through, however, she decided to sit down quietly inside for a while since it was only 6 AM.

She opened the electric curtains in the room and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, intending to quietly look at her phone for a while. However, as soon as she opened the curtains, she saw someone swimming in the large outdoor pool outside. Besse pursed her lips. How could Oscar wake up so early? They slept so late last night. And judging by Oscar's appearance, he must have been swimming for quite a while now.

At this moment, he was already starting to come out of the pool. Besse's body froze slightly as she saw Oscar's naked body except for his tight boxer briefs. Everything was on display. Her throat moved slightly; she was a little stunned by what she saw.

Was it because Oscar had such a good figure that made it hard for her to look away? She watched as he got out of the pool and instead of immediately wrapping himself with a towel, he exercised next to the pool. His muscular lines became more prominent with every movement.

She didn't know how long it had been when suddenly Oscar turned around and caught sight of her, who was staring straight at him through the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Besse quickly pulled down the curtain, feeling like an intruder although she wasn't spying on him but looking straight at him. Besse spent some time adjusting her emotions before opening up their bedroom door calmly. In the living room area, Oscar had already changed into his shirt and trousers, looking impeccable as usual, completely different from just moments ago when all he wore were swim trunks.

To be honest, she thought that only wearing swim trunks made Oscar look pretty sexy, compared to this restrained man standing before her right now. "Good morning," said Oscar. He was sitting on their sofa reading the newspaper without seeming bothered about what happened earlier between them. Besse naturally wouldn't bring up anything either. She returned his greeting with a smile while saying, "Morning."

"Would you like breakfast?" asked Oscar putting down his newspaper.

"Yes please."

Oscar stood up from the sofa, displaying his tall stature walking past Besse. She couldn't help but let her gaze linger over his butt. She would never admit it though.

In her mind, she couldn't help but think about how envy-inducing the line of his buttocks was for women. Was it because they were so elastic?

Indeed.

It wasn't just men who ogled women. Women also got excited in the face of beautiful things.

The two sat at the dining table.

"Where are Salem and Una?" Besse asked.

She had to stop herself from overthinking things again. That was just a naked man, nothing she hadn't seen before. She'd even seen Doyle like that when they went swimming together. She'd seen other male models too; they were necessary for designing certain clothes. That Oscar had a perfect physique didn't mean she couldn't control herself around him.

"They're still sleeping," Oscar explained, "it's only 7 o'clock and their usual routine is after 8."

Besse replied before saying, "I'll be leaving soon."

As soon as she said it, Oscar's hand holding the milk cup paused briefly. But his face remained calm as he said, "Alright then, I'll drive you."

"No thanks, I'll have your driver take me to my destination later."

"Mm-hmm." Oscar nodded without any fussing or arguing about it.

Besse ate breakfast seriously in an overly quiet atmosphere until Oscar suddenly asked, "How will you deal with being accused of plagiarism?"

Besse hadn't thought about hiding anything from him and replied honestly, "I'm going to meet with Phantom first and explain everything clearly. If I did plagiarize something unintentionally or subconsciously then I will apologize and hope for forgiveness, since no designer wants their work taken away from them, that's no different than freeloading."

"What if you didn't plagiarize?"

Besse pursed her lips slightly before looking at him directly, "Given the current situation, it's hard to rule out that possibility."

Besse already accepted this possibility as true. Maybe what Doyle and Queen Carol said was right-what she designed came from something similar that existed in her memory before she lost it all.