Chapter 70 Maybe He Is "Magee," Not Oscar
Pearl quickly wiped away the tears on her face, trying to make herself look more composed, then turned back to him and said, "You've had quite a bit to drink today. You should lie down and get some rest."
Oscar had not mistaken the scene just now. He furrowed his brow slightly and asked again, "Were you crying earlier?"
Pearl instinctively lowered her head and replied, "Some sand got into my eyes."
Oscar asked, "Why were you crying?"
He rarely saw her shed tears, so if she cried, it must have been very upsetting.
Pearl looked at his body, hesitating for a moment before asking, "When I was cleaning your body just now, I noticed that you had many wounds. I hadn't noticed before, but it turns out you have so many injuries."
Oscar halted his hand. It turned out her tears were shed for him. He asked, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
His words made Pearl very nervous, as if her deeply buried secret was about to be discovered. She said, "I've never seen someone with so many wounds. It must have been very painful when the injuries happened."
She was the kind of person who would need mental preparation even for a simple needle prick, let alone such serious wounds.
Oscar was no longer cold and distant, but instead, he said gently, "You care about whether I'm in pain or not, Pearl. You're the first person to say that."
He couldn't help but laugh.
Pearl lifted her gaze to meet him, as if in that moment, she could see unexpected emotions—surprise, and a hint of mockery toward her. She said, "No. You have had these wounds for a long time. At that time, there must have been people who cared about you, your grandfather, your mother, and your little aunt, many people cared about you."
Pearl thought very simply.
Oscar had been spoiled since childhood, surrounded by a group of people. They wouldn't let him get hurt...
But then she thought, if he was so valued, how could his family let him continue to get so many wounds?
She could understand the bullet wounds on his body, but how did he get the other scars?
Pearl was taken aback, her gaze filled with confusion.
Since she had discovered it, Oscar had nothing left to hide. He unbuttoned his shirt again, allowing her to see every mark on his body.
Pearl bit her lip, still feeling shocked.
Oscar furrowed his brow, feeling that the past was not worth recalling. So, he calmly said, "These things happened a long time ago, I don't want to talk about them anymore."
Then, his deep eyes looked at Pearl, a sense of relaxation that couldn't be expressed, as he smirked. "But I just saw you shed tears for me. I know, you truly care about me."
Pearl suddenly realized and had many speculations in her mind.
She felt that his words had multiple meanings.
One was that Oscar was happy for her concern.
The other was that he believed Pearl truly cared.
What Pearl thought of was the way Oscar had risked his life to save her that year. She felt a little sad and muttered to herself, "Oscar, life must not have been easy for you."
Hearing this, Oscar's eyes slightly narrowed. He didn't expect her to always say such unexpected things. He chuckled. "Who said life was easy? People shouldn't just focus on the present, they should look toward the future."
If Oscar only lived an easy life, he wouldn't be standing calmly in front of Pearl right now.
If that were the case, he would probably have been dead for a long time.
He made sense. Living was not easy for anyone, and there was always someone more tired, never the most tired.
Oscar didn't say anything more and instead shifted his gaze, getting off the bed. He was in an incredibly relaxed state now. He took off his shirt in front of her, as if he had no defenses.
She knew he would be like this.
Oscar's sturdy back also had scars, which looked incredibly fierce on his perfect figure, leaving a mark of imperfection.
Pearl looked at his broad back and felt that with his current abilities, Oscar could make the Brown family prosperous, but no one would think about the amount of pressure his shoulders carried.
Her hand caressed his back, causing Oscar's body to stiffen for a moment. His deep eyes didn't reject her touch, but he told her in a hoarse voice, "I'm no longer in pain."
Those scars pierced Pearl's heart.
She remained silent but clenched her fists tightly.
He didn't want to mention the past, perhaps because these wounds were painful experiences for Oscar, including that part of her own experience.
Pearl pursed her lips, took a few steps back, and withdrew her hand.
She discovered unknown secrets in Oscar.
She even wondered if he used to be "Magee," not Oscar.
Magdalen also said that she didn't like Hathaway, and even said that she raised Oscar, so Hathaway had no right to boast in front of her.
Clearly, Hathaway was his mother, but she never cared for him.
This was also very strange.
Perhaps Hathaway didn't actually like Oscar that much, which made his childhood unhappy.
Looking at it now, Hathaway cherished Oscar. Maybe it was in her middle age that she finally realized it!
Pearl's mind was in a mess, but she regained her composure and calmly said to him, "You smell of alcohol, go take a shower."
"Okay."
Oscar nonchalantly pulled up his shirt and went to the bathroom to shower.
Pearl, in sync with him, went to the closet to get him some clothes.
She took a set of pajamas and placed them outside the bathroom door.
As Pearl took care of his life, Oscar also became accustomed to being looked after by her.
Sometimes she would think, 'If after the divorce, I leave this place, will he get used to the days without me? Or will there be another woman to take care of him, familiar with his daily routines, and make him satisfied?'
If that were the case, he would quickly forget about her presence.
The world wouldn't stop spinning because it lost someone, so Oscar could still live without her.
Pearl picked up her pajamas and comfortably took a shower in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Before long, Oscar also came out of the bathroom.
She didn't move and pretended to be asleep. Soon after, Pearl felt the bed sink and then Oscar's body pressing tightly against hers.
He held her waist tightly with his hands, wanting to merge her into his body with his warmth. His breath sprinkled on her cheek, allowing Pearl to catch a whiff of alcohol.
She felt Oscar's hand sliding up along her pajamas. When his hand reached her lower abdomen, the scorching temperature made Pearl's body jolt.
She pretended to just wake up and turned her head, locking eyes with Oscar's slightly intoxicated gaze. Under this gaze, Pearl unexpectedly saw something she had never seen before in his eyes—deep affection.
Driven by the impulse of alcohol, he kissed her neck gently and tenderly. At this moment, Oscar felt a little reluctant, as if he wanted to possess Pearl and seduced her with his hoarse and magnetic voice, "Pearl, don't have any contact with Adrian anymore, just be my wife."
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