After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 995 Unexpected Injury

Chapter 995 Unexpected Injury

Besse's heart was in disarray for a moment, leaving her feeling lost.

This couldn't be happening.

She had only met Oscar a few times and spent less than twelve hours with him, yet she seemed to

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Doyle must be furious.

Just thinking about Doyle made Besse noticeably colder towards Oscar.

"I'm sorry I let you go hungry until now. Let's eat first." She said.

The sudden distance made Oscar hesitate for a moment.

Maybe Besse's casual attitude towards him earlier was just his imagination?

He nodded. "Let's eat."

As they walked to the dining hall, he led the way through the dimly lit room with only the faint glow of

the TV providing any light around them.

Besse couldn't see very well and her steps slowed down as a result.

Her eyesight had been getting worse lately due to staying up late designing, especially at night when it

reached moderate nearsightedness levels, but she hadn't brought her glasses with her tonight.

She followed Oscar by groping around in front of herself step by step.

But after just a few steps, she bumped into an unfamiliar corner and let out a low cry from both surprise

and pain that immediately caught Oscar's attention as he turned back quickly to check on her.

Besse tried to move forward despite the pain but there was another potted plant ahead that looked like

it would collide with her next moment if she didn't stop in time. So before she could hit it too hard or fall

again, Oscar swiftly grabbed onto Besse's body to steady her, which startled Besse. She found herself

suddenly held tightly within someone else's embrace.

It felt strange yet familiar at once.

Without thinking twice, completely instinctively, Besse pushed away from Oscar abruptly, causing him

to lose balance while also knocking over one of those potted plants nearby, which fell onto them both,

making quite some noise upon impact.

The sound echoed throughout the courtyard, startling everyone nearby including all guards stationed

outside or inside, who rushed over warily to watch what happened next. They saw Oscar lying on top of

fallen greenery while Besse was staring at him with shock.

"Get out of here!" Oscar ordered them to leave before he could stand up.

The guards all left.

It seemed like Oscar wanted something more intimate with Besse but got rejected mercilessly instead,

leaving this situation somewhat embarrassing.

There were only Besse and Oscar left in the hall again.

When she saw the guards rushing in with guns just now, Besse was still startled. How brave was she to

do such a thing to Oscar on his turf? She was afraid that she would be beaten up badly.

Lost in thought, Besse saw that Oscar had already stood up. The flowerpot was shattered all over the

floor, and the soil was scattered everywhere. It looked quite messy.

"It's okay. The servants will come to clean it up tomorrow morning." Explained Oscar in a very casual

tone. He didn't seem to be displeased with her reckless behaviour at all as if someone else had made

him fall instead of her. At this moment, he even comforted her.

Besse looked at Oscar but couldn't bring herself to say anything. She didn't know why he acted so

humble in front of her. They walked towards the dining room together where all the prepared dishes

were kept warm for them.

"Let's eat." Said Oscar.

He didn't sit in the empty chair right next to her and kept some distance between them intentionally.

"Mm-hmm." Nodded Besse, pretending not to see the bloodstains hidden under his clothes around his

wrist, which might have been caused by scratches during his fall.

She lowered her head and ate silently. After that awkward moment, neither of them offered to say

anything during dinner time. It became unusually quiet inside the dining room until they finished their

meal. After the meal, they left together, while there was still some distance between the two.

"Mr Commander," called out Besse from behind. Oscar stiffened visibly for a second before making

himself appear calm again and turning around slowly.

"Mm-hmm?"

"Don't you want me to take care of your wound on your wrist?" asked Besse. She was concerned about

him; after all, he got hurt because of her.

His wrist moved a bit; he thought he had hidden his emotions well.

"Is there a first aid kit at home? I'll get you patched up."

"Yes."

"Where is it?" Besse was about to get it herself. Before Oscar told her, she had found the kit as if it was

kept handy. However, Besse didn't see anything wrong with that, since all she could think was to patch

him up.

She held the box of medicine and placed it on the coffee table. Oscar sat on the sofa next to the table

and extended his wrist. Besse thought it was just a small scratch, but she didn't expect the wound to be

so long and even deep. Shouldn't there be a lot of blood? She turned her head and couldn't help

looking down at the ground, where she saw drops of blood stains.

"Why didn't you say anything when you were hurt so badly?!" Besse was a bit angry.

She wondered how long it took for such a large wound to stop bleeding.

At that moment, she noticed that his dark green clothes were wet with blood all over them. This sudden

realization made her even more furious.

"If something happens to you, am I going to die here?!" asked she.

"No," Oscar said calmly, "you won't die."

He would never again let her die.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Besse still felt mad.

Oscar saw her anxious expression. Even if she was afraid to be implicated, he took it as her concern

for him, which evoked a lot of the past.

Suppressing his emotions, he answered in a calm voice, "It doesn't hurt actually."

Besse knew he was lying but decided not to expose him.

She found some iodine solution and began cleaning his wound with it. As soon as it touched his skin,

he groaned softly.

It didn't hurt that much but because he had been lost in thought before suddenly feeling pain, which

caught him off guard.

"I thought you said it doesn't hurt?" Besse asked irritably.

Oscar chuckled lightly. "I'm afraid of being laughed at by you."

"There's no sense in standing on pride."

Oscar continued smiling while Besse's movements became gentler as she cleaned his wound while

blowing air onto him.