Chapter 125
When I woke up early the next morning, Oscar was already gone from the pillow beside me.
I opened my eyes, and scenes from last night began flooding into my blank mind. I suddenly threw off the covers and looked at my naked body and the suspicious kiss marks on my chest. Only then did I fully realize—it wasn't a dream. Oscar and I really had sex last night, more than once.
I tried to move, but my body was so sore that I collapsed back down. I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, my bones aching all over, especially my pussy—it felt like it was still filled, very uncomfortable. I didn't need to look to know it must be swollen.
"Emily, you're awake?" The bedroom door opened quietly. Oscar walked in with a smile, wearing casual silk pajamas with an apron over them.
I hadn't figured out how to face him yet. It was too late to close my eyes and pretend to sleep, so I could only give him an awkward smile: "Good... good morning."
Oscar came and sat on my bed. I quickly pulled the covers up, wrapping myself tightly inside: "Could you go out first?"
Oscar didn't move. His eyes were full of affection as he smiled. He reached out, his slender fingers gently stroking my face, his voice tender: "Why are you being shy with me? I made breakfast. If you don't want to get up, I can bring it to you, okay?"
I tilted my head, trying to avoid his touch, but didn't succeed. I could only clutch the covers tighter, trying to curl up smaller: "No... no need, I'll get up. But could you go out first so I can get dressed?"
Oscar raised an eyebrow and smiled at me: "I've already seen your body. Why are you still shy?"
His words made my cheeks flush red instantly. I pretended to be annoyed: "Oscar—shut up."
Oscar chuckled and lightly tapped my nose: "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Get dressed first. I just brought you an outfit, it's right here. Put it on, and I'll go prepare breakfast."
Watching his disappearing figure, I stared blankly for a few seconds. At this moment, with someone wearing an apron preparing breakfast for me, warmth rose from the bottom of my heart, and the pain in my body seemed to lessen quite a bit.
When I got up, the pain came back clearly again, and the warmth that had just risen instantly dissipated.
Oscar was such a jerk, going on and on during sex without worrying if my body could take it. If I'd known, I should have scratched him more and bitten him harder yesterday to feel better.
I struggled to get dressed. Just as I was about to get out of bed, my legs went weak, and I had to support myself on the bed to keep from falling.
Oscar happened to come by and quickly stepped forward with concern: "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
I rolled my eyes at him: "My legs are weak."
Oscar understood, and the worry on his face instantly turned into a knowing smile: "I was too rough last night. Tonight I definitely won't tire you out like this again."
I reached out and pinched his waist, though my sore wrist didn't have much strength: "Shut up."
Oscar scooped me up in his arms, smiling at me with his eyes curved like crescents: "Okay, it's my fault. Don't be angry. I'll carry you over."
My feet suddenly leaving the ground made me cry out in surprise. I quickly wrapped my arms tightly around his neck: "What are you doing? Put me down."
Oscar smiled and held me steadily as he walked toward the dining room: "Don't move around, I won't be responsible if you fall."
I looked at his face with its playful smile through gritted teeth, and obediently let him carry me steadily to the dining table.
The breakfast was simple—two pan-fried steaks, two perfect fried eggs, some bread slices, a glass of milk, and two bowls of oatmeal.
Oscar put an egg between bread slices for me, squeezed blueberry jam on it, and handed it to me: "You must be exhausted from last night. Eat something quickly."
I didn't quite dare look at his eager eyes. I lowered my head, blushing as I took the food, drank a sip of warm milk, then changed the subject: "You eat too. After we finish, shouldn't you go to the hospital to check on him?"
Oscar smiled and replied, "I called the doctor this morning. He still needs to be observed in the intensive care unit. It doesn't matter if we go or not. Besides, there's no shortage of people at the hospital, and I have other things to do."
Seeing the flash of disappointment in his eyes, I quickly said, "You should still go see him. Even just to visit, at least you won't regret it when you think back on it later."
Oscar nodded and tapped the top of my head lightly: "I know. Don't worry about it, I know what to do. You don't need to go to the company today, just rest at home."
I actually wanted to go to work, but in my current condition...
Silently rubbing my somewhat sore waist, I quietly agreed: "Okay, I can work from home. Are you preparing for the groundbreaking ceremony? Have you handled everything?"
Oscar reached out and gently ruffled my hair: "I've already dealt with all the trouble. It's the same everywhere—everyone wants a piece of the pie. But Ralph and Abigail gave the most support. About that Vivian matter you asked me to look into last time, apart from her being listed at Harborview Club, nothing else could be found."
I wasn't too surprised. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
"But—" Oscar paused, a knowing smile appearing on his face. "We didn't find any connection between Vivian and Adrian, but she has a relationship with someone else. You'll never guess who."
I looked at Oscar with confusion: "Just tell me, don't make me guess."
Oscar smiled: "Alan."
"Alan?" I was very surprised. No one would have thought to investigate a connection between someone and a dead person. "She knew Alan?"
Oscar said seriously, "It's more than just knowing each other. The last time I remember you told me that Sophia and Vivian went to a hotel room, and then you mentioned Alan. So I casually investigated in that direction. Ten years ago, Alan and Vivian were college classmates. In fact, if Alan hadn't died in that fire, they might have ended up in an arranged marriage."
This was even more shocking. When I first returned to The Brown Manor, I knew nothing about these things. I only knew that the Lopez family valued their eldest son, Alan, very much, always grooming him as the heir. He had already entered company management before graduating from college. By comparison, Gregory seemed much more ordinary. The family didn't value him enough, and next to the excellent Alan, he was as plain as an ugly duckling.
"So, are you also suspecting that there's some connection between Adrian and Alan?" I asked curiously.
Oscar's expression was certain: "It's more than just some connection. I suspect Alan is Adrian."