Chapter 994 Silent Night


    Chapter 994 Silent Night


    Besse picked out a set of clothes and headed to the bathroom with them. After showering, she put on


    the outfit and was surprised at how perfectly it fit her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn''t help


    but wonder if Oscar had any ulterior motives towards her. She even suspected that he might have done


    something to her because the uracy was too precise.


    Lost in thought, Besse''s phone suddenly rang. It was Doyle.


    "Where are you?" Doyle asked bluntly as soon as she answered.


    Besse pursed her lips, unsure of whether or not to tell him that she was with Oscar. If she did, Doyle


    woulde back immediately no matter what happened. But if she didn''t tell him, it would weigh on


    her conscience for deceiving him.


    Just as Besse struggled with what to say next, Doyle continued speaking casually, "Northfield is hyping


    up this whole thing."


    It seemed like he wasn''t particrly interested in where Besse was. After all, where else could she be


    besides a hotel?


    "Northfield doesn''t have any famous designers," he went on. "Now that they''ve finally caught a well-


    known designer giarizing their work, some people are bound to make a big deal out of it. And that''s


    just how the fashion industry works, the more hype there is around something, the hotter it gets. That


    will increase their profits. I just saw the sales of thepany where ''Phantom'' is, it went through the


    roof, almost tenfold."


    Everyone might think that Phantom''s design might be a hitter on, and even some fans intended to


    support Phantom, so they bought clothes designed by Phantom.


    "Just be careful when you go out." Doyle warned before continuing, "Avoid reporters at all costs and


    don''t get hurt! Once I''m done handling things here at headquarters I''lle back right away."


    "Don''t worry about me," Besse assured him confidently.


    "Do you know what? Sometimes I wish you weren''t so independent." Doyle said softly before adding,


    "If you relied on me more often then we wouldn''t be so far apart from each other."


    "Okay okay," Besse urged impatiently," You should go handle your business now while I rest up for


    tomorrow''s meeting with ''Phantom''. Gotta keep my energy levels high."


    There were many emotional things that she didn''t want to talk about too much. She felt like it would be


    a burden.


    "Be careful tomorrow, call me before you go, and I''ll find a way to have someone protect you and go


    with you," Doyle said.


    "We''ll see." Besse gave a runaround.


    Doyle knew her personality. So he just gave a few more reminders before hanging up the phone.


    Besse put down her phone and walked over to the big bed next to her, lying down on it. She wasn''t


    tired, but she felt emotionally drained. Her mood couldn''t improve in this situation.


    She fell asleep without realizing it.


    Besse didn''t know what time it was when she woke up again. Looking out the window, it seemed like


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    night had fallenpletely over the yard outside. Everything was peaceful and quiet.


    It was so peaceful that she liked this feeling and even wanted to immerse herself in it for a while. But


    she couldn''t do so because this was Oscar''s home. After finishing what needed doing here, she could


    Besse got up from the bed and checked her phone. It was almost midnight. A sound sleep like this was


    exactly something she had been looking forward to all these years. Although she had enough sleeping


    hours every day, she would always wake up 2 hours after she fully fell asleep. That had been her


    routine. And a 7-hour sleep like this had never happened to her before.


    She stretched and yawnedzily. Then she simply washed up and open the door.


    Feeling sober enough, she wanted to have a walk in the garden; and she was somewhat hungry too.


    To her surprise, Oscar was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV with low-volume sound


    effects. In the dim living room, there was a television emitting flickering light, outlining the man''s lonely


    figure.


    He wore luxurious silk pyjamas coloured deep green tonight instead of his usual impable suits


    which always made him look confident and imposing whenever he went out into public view; yet now


    he looked different altogether due solely to just how soft and fluffy his hair appeared. His hair fell


    naturally rather than being slicked back tightly as usual.


    Besides, he was wearing gold-rimmed sses perched atop his nose, adding anotheryer of


    Besse''s appearance caught Oscar''s attention right away. Although he appeared to be calmly watching


    TV, his heart was already racing with excitement. He lightly pursed his lips, trying to restrain the


    impulse within him.


    Not only did seeing Besse at this moment make his heart race, but even just thinking about her being


    under the same roof as he made him feel giddy and excited.


    He stood up, his tall and imposing figure exuding an intense presence.


    "You''re awake." He began in a deep and maic voice.


    Besse nodded her head. At that moment, she felt a slight flutter in her heart for some reason-


    something different from usual.


    She calmly asked, "Why are you still up sote?"


    She didn''t expect that someone as important as Commander of Northfield would be watching


    entertainment shows on TV like an ordinary person. She thought he would be catching up on


    international news or something more serious.


    But then again, Commander was still human after all. He must have personal preferences and private


    sides that weren''t known to the public eye.


    "I was waiting for you," Oscar replied smoothly in the quiet space they shared. His voice sounded


    exceptionally pleasant to Besse''s ears.


    Her throat moved slightly as she finally understood why countless girls in Northfield were so infatuated


    with him. They had dubbed him an eternal idol of their nation''s entertainment industry after all.


    Before this encounter with Oscar tonight though, Besse had never believed those ims before.


    "Sorry for keeping you waiting." She politely apologized to Oscar without missing a beat.


    Oscar didn''t bother exchanging any further pleasantries; instead, he asked her directly: "Do you want to


    sit down for a bit before we eat dinner?"


    "Have you eaten yet?" Besse casually asked back while feeling another small flutter inside herself once


    again at the thought of sharing food with Oscar.


    "No," replied he.