Chapter 69 The Scars on His Body
"Sorry, President Oscar. It was my fault today for not stopping her in time and making you unhappy. I will avoid such things happening in the future," Pearl quickly apologized, afraid that he would be angry.
She apologized so quickly and didn't argue with him. Oscar continued, "You realized it quite fast. So, let me ask you, were you doing this as a secretary or as a wife?"
Pearl's actions just now were done as his wife.
She would feel sad, but she couldn't explain why.
Pearl said, "Of course, I did this as your secretary. As long as I am still your secretary, I must take responsibility for my own actions. President Oscar, you can deduct my salary, I have no complaints."
Oscar was speechless all of a sudden, very unhappy.
But he couldn't find fault with her.
And he didn't want to either.
Oscar pursed his lips, his face instantly darkened, he let go of her and distanced himself as if he hadn't spoken to her just now.
Pearl felt relieved, thinking she had been forgiven. But instead, she saw Oscar becoming even angrier. Pearl, following her duty as a secretary, cautiously asked, "President Oscar, aren't you going in? You didn't eat much, are you hungry?"
Oscar said coldly, "Bring Harold out, I'm going home!"
Perhaps Kelly's actions made him even more upset.
He was already an emotionally unstable person, and Pearl often couldn't figure out his mood.
Pearl didn't think much of it either, so she called Harold and asked him to come out quickly.
Adrian also sent her a message.
He was worried about her because she hadn't gone back for so long.
She replied to Adrian, saying she was heading home first.
Adrian only said one sentence: [Take care of yourself.]
Pearl felt that Adrian maintained an appropriate distance from her. He didn't cross that boundary, yet he was attentive and caring toward her.
He always made her feel comfortable.
This feeling was strange, as if he knew something but didn't say it out loud.
Oscar saw her texting and immediately became angry. He asked, "What were you secretly talking about with Adrian at the dinner table?"
Pearl was stunned.
She hadn't yet processed Adrian's confession to her.
Oscar started questioning her again.
She didn't want to say, instead choosing to deliberately conceal the truth. "He just mentioned our memories from when we were studying. We had a casual conversation and didn't say anything significant."
Oscar coldly mocked, "You remember something from over a decade ago so clearly. You have a good memory."
Pearl paused, lowered her gaze, and involuntarily tightened her grip. She said, "If it is you, can you just forget everything from over a decade ago?"
"Well, it depends on what happened," Oscar replied, his tone indifferent.
Pearl asked again, "If we go back to over a decade ago, do you remember any significant events?"
However, Oscar slightly furrowed his eyebrows, rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and calmly said, "I don't want to remember what happened over a decade ago."
Pearl turned to look at his perfect handsome face. He closed his eyes, breathed steadily, paying no attention to what she said and unwilling to reminisce about the past.
Sometimes, she also wondered how much he had changed.
Oscar was completely different from the young man in her memories.
She thought that if the current Oscar returned to over a decade ago, he wouldn't meddle and wouldn't save her.
But unfortunately, it was Oscar who saved her.
Perhaps for him, saving her was just an ordinary and unworthy memory.
Pearl rested her head against the seat, a bitter smile on her lips.
Why was this incident so deeply ingrained in her memory?
She was able to survive because of her obsession with finding him.
"Secretary Pearl."
Pearl had fallen asleep for a little while when she heard someone calling her.
She raised her gaze and saw Harold opening the car door, shaking her. She sat up and asked, "What's going on?"
"President Oscar had quite a lot to drink today, and I still can't wake him up." Harold said.
Pearl quickly looked over and saw Oscar still asleep, maintaining the same posture as before, breathing steadily with no signs of waking up.
Maybe he had drunk too much and was a bit exhausted, but he rarely showed this kind of state.
In her impression, Oscar never got drunk and fell into a deep sleep.
She realized they had already arrived at the doorstep of their home and said, "I'll have someone help him inside."
"Assistant Harold, it's already late. You should go rest first," Pearl immediately regained her senses.
Harold nodded and said, "Okay, take good care of President Oscar."
Pearl got out of the car and quickly went inside to summon the servants to help bring Oscar inside.
Oscar was assisted into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. After doing all this, Pearl felt like she had expended all her energy.
She looked at Oscar, who still hadn't awakened in bed, took off his shoes, and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack.
Pearl could smell a strong scent of alcohol on him.
It seemed like he really didn't hold back on drinking.
At that moment, Oscar shifted and instinctively embraced Pearl in his arms, holding her tightly.
Pearl couldn't move. Her stomach pressed against his face, and she stiffened for a moment.
She looked again at Oscar, who was resting on her legs. This time, he lacked the coldness he had during the day, appearing more like a child seeking warmth.
This was completely different from his image as a CEO.
Oscar had lost his usual aloofness. Pearl placed her hand on his face, tracing his prominent nose.
If only he could always be like this.
A gentle smile curved at the corner of Pearl's lips, but she quickly pulled Oscar's hands away and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water to clean him.
She patiently untied his shirt, took off his pants, used a hot towel to wipe his face, and then wiped his body.
The towel slowly moved down his neck...
Suddenly, Pearl's body tensed, her hand stopped. she took a slow, heavy breath before sitting on the bed. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she saw the scars on his body. They were already healed, but the scars were still evident, not just in one place, but in many.
Despite being married to Oscar for so long, she rarely saw him expose his body.
He deliberately avoided her.
Occasionally, Pearl had never observed him so carefully before.
So, Oscar's body had many scars.
There were several wounds on his abdomen, so she didn't dare to look at what his back looked like.
Why did Oscar have so many wounds?
He was the heir of the Brown family and lived a luxurious life since childhood. How could he have suffered so many injuries?
Pearl couldn't understand. She was shocked. Did she know too little about the Oscar she was familiar with, or did she miss something?
Clearly, the Oscar in her memory had existed since she was fifteen.
Her hand lightly traced over the scars, but he trembled involuntarily. Pearl felt sorry for him, even though she knew he had used her, she couldn't help but feel upset about the wounds on his body.
Oscar's flat stomach had bullet scars. She couldn't control her emotions.
He was the one who saved her by taking a bullet in the stomach.
Pearl couldn't hold back anymore. A tear fell on his wound.
At this moment, Oscar became slightly conscious, feeling a warm drop on his abdomen, a burning sensation.
He opened his deep eyes and saw Pearl covering her mouth, tears falling from her eyes.
She was afraid of waking him up, so she didn't dare to cry out loud.
Pearl was looking at the wounds on his body. Oscar quickly buttoned up his shirt and hoarsely asked, "I'm already awake. Did I do anything excessive?"
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