Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth
Chapter 994 Silent Night

Chapter 994 Silent Night

Besse picked out a set of clothes and headed to the bathroom with them. After showering, she put on the outfit and was surprised at how perfectly it fit her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but wonder if Oscar had any ulterior motives towards her. She even suspected that he might have done something to her because the accuracy was too precise.

Lost in thought, Besse's phone suddenly rang. It was Doyle.

"Where are you?" Doyle asked bluntly as soon as she answered.

Besse pursed her lips, unsure of whether or not to tell him that she was with Oscar. If she did, Doyle would come back immediately no matter what happened. But if she didn't tell him, it would weigh on her conscience for deceiving him.

Just as Besse struggled with what to say next, Doyle continued speaking casually, "Northfield is hyping up this whole thing."

It seemed like he wasn't particularly interested in where Besse was. After all, where else could she be besides a hotel?

"Northfield doesn't have any famous designers," he went on. "Now that they've finally caught a well-known designer plagiarizing their work, some people are bound to make a big deal out of it. And that's just how the fashion industry works, the more hype there is around something, the hotter it gets. That will increase their profits. I just saw the sales of the company where 'Phantom' is, it went through the roof, almost tenfold."

Everyone might think that Phantom's design might be a hit later on, and even some fans intended to support Phantom, so they bought clothes designed by Phantom.

"Just be careful when you go out." Doyle warned before continuing, "Avoid reporters at all costs and don't get hurt! Once I'm done handling things here at headquarters I'll come back right away." "Don't worry about me," Besse assured him confidently.

"Do you know what? Sometimes I wish you weren't so independent." Doyle said softly before adding, "If you relied on me more often then we wouldn't be so far apart from each other." "Okay okay," Besse urged impatiently," You should go handle your business now while I rest up for tomorrow's meeting with 'Phantom'. Gotta keep my energy levels high."

There were many emotional things that she didn't want to talk about too much. She felt like it would be a burden.

"Be careful tomorrow, call me before you go, and I'll replace a way to have someone protect you and go with you," Doyle said.

"We'll see." Besse gave a runaround.

Doyle knew her personality. So he just gave a few more reminders before hanging up the phone.

Besse put down her phone and walked over to the big bed next to her, lying down on it. She wasn't tired, but she felt emotionally drained. Her mood couldn't improve in this situation. She fell asleep without realizing it.

Besse didn't know what time it was when she woke up again. Looking out the window, it seemed like night had fallen completely over the yard outside. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

It was so peaceful that she liked this feeling and even wanted to immerse herself in it for a while. But she couldn't do so because this was Oscar's home. After finishing what needed doing here, she could come back home and rest properly.

Besse got up from the bed and checked her phone. It was almost midnight. A sound sleep like this was exactly something she had been looking forward to all these years. Although she had enough sleeping hours every day, she would always wake up 2 hours after she fully fell asleep. That had been her routine. And a 7-hour sleep like this had never happened to her before.

She stretched and yawned lazily. Then she simply washed up and open the door.

Feeling sober enough, she wanted to have a walk in the garden; and she was somewhat hungry too. To her surprise, Oscar was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV with low-volume sound effects. In the dim living room, there was a television emitting flickering light, outlining the man's lonely figure.

He wore luxurious silk pyjamas coloured deep green tonight instead of his usual impeccable suits which always made him look confident and imposing whenever he went out into public view; yet now he looked different altogether due solely to just how soft and fluffy his hair appeared. His hair fell naturally rather than being slicked back tightly as usual.

Besides, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses perched atop his nose, adding another layer of complexity and mystery.

Besse's appearance caught Oscar's attention right away. Although he appeared to be calmly watching TV, his heart was already racing with excitement. He lightly pursed his lips, trying to restrain the impulse within him.

Not only did seeing Besse at this moment make his heart race, but even just thinking about her being under the same roof as he made him feel giddy and excited.

He stood up, his tall and imposing figure exuding an intense presence.

"You're awake." He began in a deep and magnetic voice.

Besse nodded her head. At that moment, she felt a slight flutter in her heart for some reason-something different from usual.

She calmly asked, "Why are you still up so late?"

She didn't expect that someone as important as Commander of Northfield would be watching entertainment shows on TV like an ordinary person. She thought he would be catching up on international news or something more serious.

But then again, Commander was still human after all. He must have personal preferences and private sides that weren't known to the public eye.

"I was waiting for you," Oscar replied smoothly in the quiet space they shared. His voice sounded exceptionally pleasant to Besse's ears.

Her throat moved slightly as she finally understood why countless girls in Northfield were so infatuated with him. They had dubbed him an eternal idol of their nation's entertainment industry after all. Before this encounter with Oscar tonight though, Besse had never believed those claims before.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." She politely apologized to Oscar without missing a beat.

Oscar didn't bother exchanging any further pleasantries; instead, he asked her directly: "Do you want to sit down for a bit before we eat dinner?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Besse casually asked back while feeling another small flutter inside herself once again at the thought of sharing food with Oscar. "No," replied he.