After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 968 Oscar’s Impulsion

Chapter 968 Oscar’s Impulsion

Oscar watched Besse as she spoke, taking in her every expression. She was always clever, able to

easily catch the loopholes in others' words and use them to achieve her own goals. He nodded when

she suggested he spend more time with his family.

"Well then, I wish you all a pleasant time in Northfield," Oscar said as he picked up his glass. The

message was clear, which was that he wouldn't be bothering them anymore.

Doyle was surprised that Oscar had agreed so easily. He had expected him to be more difficult. But

since Oscar had promised, regardless of the reason behind it, Doyle was content with the outcome.

Then the three of them clinked glasses.

As Besse excused herself to go to the bathroom and Doyle offered to accompany her.

"No thanks, I think you should spend more time with Mr Commander." Besse refused.

"Go back early." Said Doyle.

"Okay." Said she, smiling.

Oscar couldn't help but notice how close Doyle and Besse were; they were very much in love.

"Your relationship with Besse is quite strong," Oscar commented casually.

"Of course it is, we grew up together," Doyle replied proudly.

"Oh really?" Oscar feigned interest before adding dryly.

"We'll get married within half a year."

"Congratulations on your upcoming wedding."

"We'll send you an invitation when the time comes."

"Okay." Oscar nodded.

"I'll go to find Besse. She's not familiar with this place, I'm afraid she'll get lost." With that said, Doyle

stood up and walked away.

Oscar sat alone at the table, staring at their empty seats across from him. After a while, Besse came

back to the table alone.

"Where's Doyle?" she asked curiously after noticing his absence earlier.

"He might have gone to the restroom too." Oscar replied so instead of 'he had gone to find you.'

"He might have gone to find me." Besse trailed off thoughtfully, as she thought that was Doyle's

excuse.

"Excuse me, I'll go take a look," Besse said, getting up.

Oscar suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Commander?" The tone was respectful but not friendly.

"My name is Oscar," Oscar said.

"I should call you Commander."

Intentionally distancing themselves from each other, Besse replied with the honorific title, "Please let go

of me, Mr Commander."

Oscar's fingers twitched. The warmth in his palm made him hesitate to let go. But eventually, he did. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

As soon as she was released, Besse turned and walked away from him with obvious disgust.

"Besse," Oscar called out to her, "Doyle just missed you earlier, if you go looking for him now you might

miss each other again. The best way to meet up is to stay put."

Besse hesitated for a moment before realizing that what Oscar said made sense.

"I'm sorry for being impulsive earlier and causing offence." Apologized Oscar.

She gave an insincere smile as she returned to her seat and replied, "Thanks for reminding me."

But despite the casual response from Besse, something stirred inside of Oscar at the sight of her smile.

He suppressed all his emotions and asked, "Did you use the mosquito repellent I gave you?"

Besse frowned slightly in confusion before realizing that there were several red spots on her arms

where mosquitoes had bitten her earlier. The spots weren't very noticeable due to the dim lighting at

the restaurant, yet somehow it caught his attention more than once.

"I forgot about it when we left." She explained casually while trying not to think too much about why he

noticed such small details about her.

"Remember next time, mosquitoes seem attracted to you." Advised Oscar.

"Okay." Agreed Besse with a strange feeling towards this man, who seemed odd at times.

"Will you be…?"

"Why isn't he back yet?" Besse interrupted him.

Oscar pursed his lips tightly together before choosing silence.

"Would he be looking for me in the restroom?" Besse muttered, "Sometimes he's single-minded."

"He'll come back if he can't find you." Said Oscar.

Besse glanced at him curiously.

"How long have you been together?" asked him.

"It's been a long time," Besse replied absentmindedly.

"Four years?"

"No, it's been more years. We grew up together."

"Did you grow up together?"

"What exactly are you trying to say, Mr Commander?" Besse's tone was annoyed.

"You remind me of a friend of mine."

"Don't you think your approach is a bit cliché, Mr Commander?" Besse said sarcastically.

"It's true though."

"Who?" Besse asked.

"My wife."

"Lillian Wells?" Besse asked. She had done some research on Oscar before coming to dinner with him,

knowing that she was going to reject him and wanting at least some basic information about him.

"No," Oscar corrected her, "Hannah."

"She would be your ex-wife then." Besse pointed out.

Oscar pursed his lips in silence.

"I've seen pictures of Ms Cooper and Mrs Wells both, and I don't see any resemblance between either

of them and myself."

"Some feelings never change."

"I don't know what you're getting at with all this, Mr Commander. If I brought any misunderstandings for

you, I want you to know that Doyle and I have a great relationship and we're getting married soon. So

please respect that."

Oscar swallowed hard.

She was still so smart. Perhaps she knew from the beginning what he wanted from her though he

hadn't done anything yet. She knew already anyway.

"Okay then." Replied Oscar.

Besse stood up and said, "I'm sorry but if Doyle comes back please tell him I wasn't feeling well so

went back to my room."

Oscar nodded without saying anything more, knowing that he would never be forgiven by her. He

should have realized that.

"Excuse me," Besse said and left.

"Hannah," Oscar couldn't help but call that name.

He knew Besse must have heard that but she didn't turn back to respond to him.