After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 1135 Does It Hurt?

Chapter 1135 Does it hurt?

Oscar furrowed his brow, trying to hide the pain. He knew that Hannah was doing this on purpose,

probably as revenge for something he had done. If it made her feel better, he could handle it.

"Does it hurt?" Hannah asked.

"If it makes you feel better, I can bear it," Oscar replied through clenched teeth.

Hannah suddenly laughed. "I'm not a sadist."

Oscar was taken aback by her laughter. He had expected her to give him the cold shoulder or even

leave altogether. He handed her the key and silently hoped she would stay. It seemed like Hannah

wasn't as annoyed with him as he thought. As the hope inside grew stronger, Oscar's heart was racing

out of control.

"Are you still angry about what happened today?" Oscar tried to say calm.

Hannah hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm being rational."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a man's instinct, I'm over it," Hannah explained.

Oscar felt relieved that she wasn't mad at him anymore but also frustrated because he knew that if

someone else were in bed with him at that moment instead of Hannah, nothing would have happened

between them.

"Hannah," Oscar called out to her softly in a low and magnetic voice that made her uncomfortable. It

sounded too intimate and affectionate for their current situation.

But Hannah didn't respond; instead, she gave him a waiting look indicating that if there was anything

else on his mind then now was the time to say so without any sugarcoating or beating around the bush.

"I haven't touched another woman in years." Oscar blurted out suddenly.

"That's none of my business." She cut off his explanation curtly

"The videos on my computer aren't mine either." He quickly tried to change the subject.

Hannah had known that Oscar had many better ways to fulfil his desire instead of watching those

videos.

"Theodore put them on my laptop, I don't know when he did it."

"No need to explain, I don't want to bring up today's incident again," Hannah said.

"Okay." Oscar nodded before asking, "Does it hurt?"

Hannah felt confused about his question.

"Your lips are swollen." Oscar continued, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips.

Hannah bit down on them. She had already said she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I went a bit too far earlier, did I bite you with my teeth?" Oscar looked genuinely concerned and

innocent as if he only cared about her lips.

"Can you just shut up!" Hannah finally snapped at him.

Oscar was taken aback by Hannah's outburst and fell silent. Meanwhile, Hannah was furious with him

for not realizing what had happened earlier. Why did he have to ask? Why wasn't he remorseful when

he bit her? And now that everything was done, why was he suddenly so kind as to ask if she felt any

pain? It felt like a robbery! The room fell silent after their exchange.

After applying some medicine to Oscar's wound, Hannah stood up and prepared to leave the room

when Oscar called out her name once more, "Hannah,"

"What else do you want?"

"Thank you." He smiled brightly at her, which made him look ten years younger in an instant. It

reminded Hannah of how he looked back when they met in the accident that happened on Mount

Northfield. He used to be a rebellious, carefree handsome guy, unlike the composed, solitary man

sitting in front of her right now. Without another word or glance back at him, she left the room. Hannah

had been feeling nostalgic for old times lately.

Oscar watched as she walked away from him until his smile faded away from his face. But when he

looked down and saw his hand, there was a smile on his face again.

Max walked out of Hannah's room after cleaning it up and saw Oscar sitting alone on the couch

grinning foolishly, which rarely happened unless Hannah was around. Hannah was the one who could

make him laugh wholeheartedly. Max hoped that after all these years of ups and downs between them

both, Oscar and Hannah could eventually end up together forever.

One week later, Susan had finished the postpartum confinement period, meaning she could finally go

outside again without any restrictions. Every day spent cooped inside drove Susan crazy so now all

she wanted was just go shopping. She needed to buy bags, new clothes, cosmetics and eat the food

she liked. Anything that would help release all this pent-up energy inside of hers would do.

"You still need to breastfeed the baby." Justine poured cold water on her. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Susan stared at Justine.

"Staring at me won't change anything. If you eat unclean food and come back, the baby will easily get

diarrhoea." Justine was blunt. "Also, I'm not stopping you from going out shopping, but the baby needs

to feed every four hours. When it's time for feeding, you have to come back."

"Am I just a tool?"

"For this period, pretty much." Justine nodded in agreement with her description.

Susan's eyes turned red.

This was too much bullying.

Didn't they say everything would be fine after the postpartum period?

Why did they still need to control her even after that?

"Mrs Phillips, aren't you afraid of me getting postpartum depression?"

"Not really."

"Justine!"

"How could Manuel bear to see you depressed?" Justine glanced at Manuel who was holding the baby

next to them right now.

Although he was holding the baby at the moment, he had been focusing on Susan and Justine right

now. He feared that Susan would feel wronged and always stood ready to help resolve any conflicts

between them whenever necessary because he knew that Susan couldn't compete with his mother

anyway.

"Well... that's true." Susan suddenly felt better about things.

Whenever she got "bullied" by Justine in any way whatsoever, Manuel would always come over and

comfort her immediately afterwards without fail.

"If you're going out then go quickly," said Justine as she got up and took their baby from Manuel's

arms. "The countdown starts now, three hours until feeding time."

"But didn't we say four hours?"

"Don't you need some travel time?" asked Justine rhetorically.

"…"

"And don't you need some rest when coming back home? Drink some water or take a shower?"

"…"

"I'm worried the baby's intelligence might inherit yours!"

"You…" Susan's face turned red with anger again.

Manuel quickly hugged Susan tightly while saying, "Let's go! We'll have even less time if we stay here."

With both his mother and wife present in a room together like this, their house could turn into a

battlefield sometimes.

If their daughter inherited Susan's personality traits later on, he couldn't imagine how lively things might

become around here then.