After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 224 I Had a Wet Dream

Chapter 224 I Had a Wet Dream

So, did it mean that cheating was the only secret between them? In that case, he should tell her all his

hidden secrets and stop acting to be so mysterious!

“But, for Susan,” Oscar said bluntly. “The best choice she’s made in her life is to agree to marry

Manuel.”

“Great minds think alike.” Harrison nodded.

It was very rare that she agreed with Oscar. At that time, Oscar couldn’t help smiling. Jesus! That was

way too much.

Harrison rolled her eyes at Oscar and said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go downstairs for dinner.”

“Come help me up.” Oscar said naturally.

Harrison intended to ignore him. She couldn’t help to be mad at him whenever she recalled that he

wasn’t seriously wounded in the car accident last time, but still fooled her around and made her wait on

him for so long.

“I carried you back to the room today and pulled on my wound.”

“You dumb-ass! You could have wakened me!” Harrison said with anger.

She was mad that why he didn’t weight it up and simply act rashly.

“I couldn’t bear to wake you up. You were sleeping like a baby.”

“You could tell Jimmy to carry me.”

“So, Harrison, you think any man can carry you, huh?”

“Gosh! What’s your focus!” Harrison was speechless. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Of course, it’s you!”

Harrison thought she would lose her head if she kept talking with Oscar. He was always flirting with her

and he was so good at it! Only God knows how many women he’d hit on to have made himself such a

dirty and playful womanizer!

Anyway, Harrison got off the bed, walked up to the couch in anger and helped him up.

Oscar took it for granted, leaned on her shoulder and rose to his feet. Harrison couldn’t help to

complain in her mind whenever Oscar threw himself on her shoulders. Damn! How come he was so

heavy!

They had dinner together.

They watched TV together.

They went to bed together.

She didn’t know since when it had become a routine. And, it made things natural.

Harrison got up the other morning and was a little surprised to find no one lying besides her.

Normally, Oscar didn’t get up so early unless he’d got something important in hand. But he was so

badly wounded now. What else was he gonna do besides staying at home and waiting for the wound to

heal?

Harrison pulled back the blanket and went up to the bathroom. She thought Oscar had left.

Surprisingly, she found Oscar in the bathroom with his pants off.

Harrison screamed out but Oscar suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her mouth.

Harrison stared at him with her eyes widely open. Didn’t he have any sense of shame to wear no

pants?

“Shh!” Oscar said, “You’re scaring me!”

Jesus! He was one to talk!

But Oscar looked quite weird in the early morning. Was he sleepwalking? Sleepwalking with his pants

off? Gross! What a dirty guy!

Oscar noticed Harrison had calmed down and then let go of her.

“Bring me an underwear.” he said.

“Why don’t you go fetch it yourself?” Harrison said unhappily.

She’d got the feeling that she was like a maid to him. She married him to work with him, but not to

serve him 24/7.

“I can go by myself if you don’t mind my walking around with my pants off…”

Harrison had gone for the underwear by then. She was annoyed and bothered and couldn’t understand

why she’d been completely manipulated by Oscar

Then she went into the cloakroom and looked for Oscar’s underwear.

Oscar was fond of boxers. Most of his boxers were black, and few of them were gray. In a word, his

boxers were all in dark colors. Confusingly, he was a loose womanizer but his boxers were

comparatively traditional.

At that moment, she thought of Charles, whose underwear were of many colors, and he was really into

those tight briefs. Harrison couldn’t help to feel disgusted with it.

Harrison came back to earth, picked a boxer randomly and returned to the bathroom.

Oscar was still calm and comfortable in the bathroom. He’d brushed his teeth and was washing his

face now, with water stains on his cheeks.

Well, Harrison thought it really gross to see him without pants in the early morning. Then she put down

the boxer, turned around to leave but suddenly something crossed her mind.

“Oscar, where’s your boxer?” she said, thinking that Oscar was acting weirdly.

She remembered clearly that he’d put on a clean boxer last night after taking shower. Where had he

dropped it? Or did he go out to play around again after she fell asleep last night?

“Harrison,” Oscar looked at her and said, “Tell me why a mature and well-grown man got up in the early

morning to wash his thing and dump his

boxer?”

“How should I know?” Harrison was confused.

“Come over. Let me tell you.”

“No! No way.” She thought there must be a trap.

“Then I’ll go over to you.”

“Hey! Stop!” Harrison was nervous.

Oscar stood in front of her and looked down at her, while Harrison was too shy to look at him.

Oscar bent down and came closer. She couldn’t help to get nervous and feel her heart leaping every

time Oscar clung to her.

“…had a wet dream.” He whispered at her ear softly, especially when he said the last two words.

Hearing it, Harrison was red in the face! Gosh! What a dirty guy! How could he tell her something dirty

like that? She turned around to go out and refused to stay in the same room with him again.

She accidentally saw the wet boxer was in the dustbin in the bathroom while she was about to get out.

She believed nothing could be dirtier than

this.

Then, she went to the next-door room to brush her teeth and wash her face. After it, she managed her

emotions and returned to the room to get dressed and get ready to leave for work.

As soon as she went in the room, she saw Oscar getting changed. Now he was topless with his pants

on. Seeing it, Harrison turned around and tried to leave.

“Button up the shirt for me.” Oscar said abruptly.

What the hell! Did he really take her as a maid?

“Only my girl has the honor to do it.” Oscar was like a mind reader and knew whatever she was thinking

in her mind.

“I don’t want to be your girl.”

“But I want you to be my girl.”

Harrison felt her heart beating rapidly, but she kept telling herself not to be confused by him. In her

eyes, Oscar was a goddamn charming playboy.

She wanted to leave but Oscar grabbed her arm abruptly. Harrison felt her heart leaping again.

“The wound in my chest still hurts.” Oscar explained.

Oh, really? The wound still hurt? And he was dressed up and ready to hit on hot chicks?

She gritted her teeth, went over to him and helped him button up the shirt.

Oscar was really tall. She looked like a dwarf when she stood in front of him without high heels. She

had sore arms when she did up the first button, but he seemed to be enjoying it and looked really

sweet and pleased.