Chapter 221 How Do You Know I Can't Get Used to Living Here?
Oscar looked around and realized the place was smaller than their bedroom. He stepped inside and saw only her stuff.
Pearl always kept things tidy, and the place was spotless.
The fluffy bunny slippers at the entrance caught him off guard.
He glanced at Pearl again.
Feeling uneasy, Pearl put the slippers away. ""Are you inspecting my room?"
Oscar looked at the sofa where they had both sat and asked softly, "Are you comfortable living here?"
"It's fine."
"This apartment is compact, the furniture is sparse, and it's nothing like our home with staff. I doubt you could adjust to living here," Oscar remarked, attempting to be considerate. "Moreover, this divorce idea won't work. Why not return home?"
"Do you even understand that I want a divorce? I moved out to live independently, not because we had a fight and I ran away!" Pearl expressed, hoping for understanding rather than the assumption that she would return when he tried to persuade her. "Please leave. I have work tomorrow!"
Oscar looked at her intently. "We are married. What's wrong with sitting here? Everyone should know you're my wife!"
"What exactly do you want?" Pearl's patience was wearing thin. She feared Oscar would keep pestering her.
Oscar crossed his legs, sat upright, raised an eyebrow, and said calmly, "I don't want anything. Didn't you say if we live apart for two years, we can get a divorce? If I stay here, doesn't it mean we aren't living apart? Just a married couple used to luxury wanting to experience ordinary life."
"Oscar!" Pearl's voice was laced with anger. "You won't be able to adapt to this lifestyle. The bed here is only suitable for one person. Please leave right now!"
"How can you be so sure I won't adapt?" Oscar shot back. "Since you've made that assumption, I feel compelled to prove whether I can adapt or not!"
He immediately stood up and headed towards her bedroom.
The bedroom had a romantic style. The bed was only five feet wide, with pink bed curtains and several bunny pillows.
It was nothing like their style when they were together.
Seeing him walk in without hesitation, Pearl felt exposed. "What will it take for you to leave?"
"If you come home with me, I'll leave."
"That's impossible!"
"Then I'll stay here with you." Oscar didn't sit down but instructed Harold at the door while taking off his suit jacket. "Bring my clothes over. I'll sleep here tonight!"
"Yes, sir!"
Harold brought over a suitcase.
Harold opened the suitcase, revealing Oscar's usual clothes, pajamas, and toiletries.
"Mrs. Brown, these are Mr. Brown's personal belongings. Where should I put them?" Harold asked.
Pearl widened her eyes, wondering if she had ever understood Oscar at all.
How could Oscar be so shameless!
She was both angry and amused.
Oscar must have been prepared for this.
He had put on that expression at the orphanage, but he had already packed everything and come to find Pearl.
Pearl held her forehead, feeling helpless. "Oscar, why are you doing this? If you stay here, what will others think of me? This is a single apartment."
"Can't two people live in a single person's apartment?" Oscar looked at her seriously. "I don't mind, and I won't feel wronged."
Now, whatever Oscar said, Pearl found it odd. She added, "There's no room for your stuff here."
Oscar glanced around and opened a cabinet door. Seeing a small space inside, he said, "There's space here. I don't mind!"
He then commanded, "Harold!"
"Yes, sir!"
Harold promptly hung the clothes up. They moved quickly, as if hesitating for a second would mean losing the spot to someone else.
Pearl suddenly felt that her relationship with Oscar had changed, yet it hadn't. She still hadn't divorced him, nor had she made things clear with him.
On the contrary, Oscar was beginning to infiltrate her life.
Soon, Harold finished arranging everything and left.
Seeing Pearl remain silent, Oscar asked with concern, "You didn't eat anything earlier. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Pearl was very angry at the moment and didn't want to eat. "I'm not hungry."
"Even if you're not hungry, the baby needs to eat." Oscar knew she was angry.
Pearl touched her belly, feeling a bit more at ease. She then said, "When I'm hungry, I can cook. But there's no food here that you like..."
"I'll cook for you," Oscar offered.
Pearl was stunned and watched as Oscar walked out and rolled up his sleeves.
Harold had already bought the groceries.
Pearl saw him bring in a few vegetables and a chicken from the bag. She wondered what he planned to cook.
Oscar cooking, and making something so complicated, seemed unlikely to succeed to Pearl.
She didn't stop him, hoping Oscar would give up on his own.
She made herself a cup of honey water, but before she could open the bottle, Harold walked over. "Mrs. Brown, let me do it."
Harold immediately prepared the honey water for Pearl.
Pearl said, "Didn't I tell you? Don't call me Mrs. Brown."
"It's different now. You're no longer with the Brown Group, and you're still Mr. Brown's wife. Calling you Mrs. Brown is appropriate," Harold insisted, following the rules.
Harold treated Pearl with the same respect he showed Oscar.
Pearl took the warm honey water Harold had prepared and returned to the sofa to watch TV for a while.
There was no sound from Oscar in the kitchen.
She was curious about what Oscar could cook but didn't want to go and see.
Half an hour later, Pearl couldn't resist and quietly walked to the kitchen door.
The kitchen was rather cramped, barely accommodating a single person.
Oscar's tall figure made it seem like he was in a small house.
She observed him engrossed in the process of preparing soup, with his phone playing a cooking tutorial video by his side.
The soup was already boiling. Oscar held a spoon in his right hand and reached to lift the lid with his left. She instinctively wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
The lid was metal and very hot. Oscar, inexperienced, burned his hand but didn't want Pearl to know. He gently put the lid down before raising his hand.
Witnessing his reddened, burnt hand, Pearl felt a pang of concern.
He ignored it and continued following the video's instructions.
From this distance, she could see the title: Pregnancy Recipes.
In that moment, Pearl found herself grappling with a mix of emotions. She had decided to distance herself from Oscar, but he kept appearing in her life, doing things that made her heart ache.
If only her heart were more resolute, perhaps the situation would not be as complicated.
She was born this way, appearing indifferent on the surface but kind-hearted inside, unable to ignore these things.
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