After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 990 A “Troublesome” Kid

Chapter 990 A “Troublesome” Kid

The car arrived at Oscar's castle. The castle was heavily guarded. Undoubtedly, this was the least All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

likely place for Besse to be disturbed. It was for this reason that she agreed to stay with Oscar.

She realized that she might have been too bold, as Northfield Commander's home was not a place

where ordinary people could easily live in. But since she had come here, she decided to make the best

of it.

"Commander," Max greeted Oscar in the hall when they arrived. At that moment, he looked surprised

when he saw Besse.

"Max, please arrange a room for Miss Besse to stay for a few days," Oscar instructed him respectfully.

"Yes," With that said, Max left the hall.

"You can sit down and wait for a while," Oscar said to Besse as they walked towards the sofa. She

nodded and sat down while he took his seat at some distance from her on another sofa nearby.

Besse frowned slightly but didn't say anything about it. Perhaps because of her previous rejection of

him, Oscar seemed very careful and deliberately kept his distance from her, which suited her just fine.

After sitting down on the sofa, Oscar turned on the TV and placed the remote control in front of Besse.

"You can choose the channel you like, I'll go change my clothes."

"Thank you." She smiled politely.

Oscar then left with Salem by his side without showing any emotions or reactions whatsoever.

Besse saw them leave and she started reading the news on her phone. Those contents were going out

of control. But she found nothing about Oscar and her presence at the airport earlier. Indeed, Oscar

didn't have an intention, and nor did the media dare to spin him.

Meanwhile, Oscar started calming down only when he went into his room. He had been nervous since

Besse agreed with his suggestion, afraid that she would regret it abruptly. Oscar even thought that was

the longest journey he had ever had in his whole life, from the hotel to the castle, during which he was

overwhelmed by worry, fear and torture, though she had never gone back on her words.

"Dad?" Salem felt surprised to see Oscar being numbed like this.

He remembered what his dad had been on the television-always calm and confident, no matter how big

an occasion might be. He had never looked so lost as now.

Oscar snapped out of his thoughts and said to Salem, "Go take a shower."

"Right now?" Salem was a bit confused.

"We just went out and sweated a bit. We're dirty." Oscar explained.

Salem sniffed his clothes. "I don't smell anything."

"Just listen to me." Oscar insisted.

"Okay." Salem obediently nodded. "Then I'll go back to my room and take a shower."

"I'll go with you," Oscar added.

"Together?" Salem was surprised. He had always been bathed by Max since he was young, so it was

unexpected for Oscar to suggest they bathe together.

"Take off your clothes." Without giving Salem any chance to change his mind, Oscar walked straight

into the bathroom.

Salem felt both flattered and surprised but followed his dad into the bathroom anyway. They took a

quick bath together, but Salem didn't know how his dad managed to wash him so fast; there seemed

like an urgency in their actions that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Afterwards, Oscar roughly dried off Salem's hair before letting him change into clean home clothes

Salem returned to the living room, where Besse noticed him walking in her direction, she couldn't help

but laugh.

Salem's hair looked like a dandelion flower. It was completely different from how he usually looked-

neat, elegant, and refined-instead, having this messy look that only children could have when they

were playing around without caring about appearances whatsoever.

"You took a shower?" Besse asked through giggles at seeing such an unusual sight before her eyes

now.

"My dad said I'm dirty," replied Salem with obvious frustration.

"He must be a germophobe," Besse commented between laughs.

"Germophobe?"

"That means he's very clean, he would take a shower and change his clothes as long as he comes

back from outside because he thought that there are germs outside. And he cleans himself and the

house a lot." Besse explained patiently.

"Not really..." countered Salem.

Besse was surprised.

"He sometimes comes home drunk without washing up first and goes to bed, he reeks of alcohol when

I come into his room."

Besse felt a bit embarrassed and said, "People won't be sober enough to take a shower when they get

drunk."

"But sometimes when he doesn't drink, he comes home and goes to bed directly without taking off his

clothes and socks. One time Uncle Theodore told me that my dad hadn't taken a bath or washed his

hair for three days straight."

Besse couldn't help but burst out laughing again at hearing all these stories.

At this moment, Oscar appeared in the living room wearing clean home clothes. He heard how Salem

described him.

Oscar coughed nervously. Salem turned around and saw his father, a little startled. He was just telling

the truth and seemed to have upset his father.

Oscar cleared his throat and pretended not to care. He was trying to explain himself. "I'm too tired after

work, so I'll lie down for a while. After resting for a bit, I'll take a shower. And that time when I didn't

shower for three days was because I worked overtime for three days straight and didn't have time to

wash up. When I got back from work, the first thing I did was clean myself."

Besse found it amusing. She just let it go in one ear and out the other; she wouldn't take it to heart. But

Oscar took her seriously and made her feel embarrassed by explaining himself so earnestly.

She looked at Salem and said, "Salem come here, let me fix your hair."

Salem walked over. For some reason, he never wanted to get close to others normally but when Besse

called him over he couldn't refuse. Besse smelled the nice scent of body wash on him, "You smell

good."

"Really?" Salem lowered his head again to smell himself, "I used my dad's body wash."

"Hmm... it smells great." Besse nodded approvingly.

She carefully fixed Salem's messy hair while he stood obediently in front of her.

Oscar watched all of this happening before his eyes, how gentle Besse looked as she smiled at Salem

with such tenderness. Something that had never happened before in his life suddenly appeared right

before him without warning.