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“Elle, you can trust me. Just tell me what really happened. I’m here to help you, my friend…”
They locked eyes like two competitors in a high-stakes staring contest; no blinks, no surrender.
After what felt like a century, Helen finally caved. Fine. She’d tell him.
Besides, carrying her burdens alone was really draining, and she could definitely use a little extra support to lighten her load.
“William Tupper…” she said with casual nonchalance, as if she were announcing tomorrow’s weather. “He kicked me out because I refused to marry the man he had selected and picked for me.”
Oscar’s face shifted quickly from curiosity to a sour expression, as if he had just tasted a lemon.
It was a hilarious and relatable moment that made Helen stifle a smile.
“What the heck? How could he do that to his own daughter? His own bloodline. Are you sure he’s your father? Woah! What he did is fucking sick and unbelievable! William Tupper is evil… no, pure villain material. He’s so fucking terrible as a human being! And a father!!”
Helen couldn’t help but laugh, amused at the way his face flushed crimson, looking seconds away from letting steam whistle out of his ears.
“Well, my friend,” she said, a smirk tugging at her lips, “I’m starting to suspect he’s not my biological father. He’s on a whole other level of terrible. Truly shameless…”
Oscar exhaled heavily, giving her a look dripping with pity. However, with his sharp tongue, pity always came with a side of judgment.
“So what are you going to do now?” His voice still carried the weight of concern.
“What else? Obviously, I’ll start my new life. No rush. I’m just going to enjoy my little refresh…” she replied, flashing him a smile that was meant to ease the furrow in his brow, though judging by his expression, it wasn’t working.
He is still worried.
“Elle, come here. Dating me, I’ll take care of you…” He offered.
Her brow creased.
‘Oh great. Serious Oscar. Just what I needed today…’
She feels Oscar suddenly looked like a different man, like some overly responsible alter ego had body-snatched her best friend.
Typically, this guy was all jokes, no strings. Romance between them? Please. That ship had never even been built.
“I can’t. I need to stay here for now,” Helen replied casually, keeping her tone light. “But maybe in the future, I might consider moving to your country.”
Then Oscar dropped a line that nearly sent her choking on thin air.
“Seriously, Elle… come here and let’s get married.”
“Cough… Cough… Excuse me, what?!”
She feels like her brain short-circuited.
Instead of laughing like a normal human at her horror, Oscar’s eyes narrowed.
Was he being serious… or was this some bizarre attempt to make her smile? She honestly couldn’t tell.
“Are you crazy?”
“I’m Oscar Jennings… not crazy.” His delivery was maddeningly deadpan.
“Drop it! I’m serious, Oscar. And don’t even joke about that. My heart is fragile… It might break easily.”
Helen glared while she shook her head.
“I’ve never been this serious before, Elle. Come here… I’ll make sure you never have to worry about a thing. Just enjoy your life to the fullest. No drama, no stress, just fun.” His voice still carried that unnerving sincerity.
Instead of blushing like some romance heroine, Helen burst out laughing.
Helen shook her head.
“Are you insane, Oscar? Do you seriously think I could marry my own brother?”
She narrowed her eyes, trying to scold him with her gaze, but instead of getting the hint, he just chuckled, acting like this was all some big joke.
When he opened his mouth, ready to deliver whatever nonsense was brewing, she stopped him.
“Please, my dear friend… I’ve never… Ever… looked at you as a romantic option. You’re my brother. Stop auditioning for my love life.”
“Heck! You’re cruel. Now I finally understand your heart is carved out of stone, Elle…” he sighed dramatically, though a laugh slipped right out of him.
Oscar’s ridiculous theatrics loosened the knot in Helen’s chest.
“No way, Oscar? You’re only figuring that out now?” she teased.
He burst into a hearty laugh, and Helen couldn’t help but stare, amused by the way his entire face lit up. There he was, Oscar Jennings, the mischievous and playful spirit she knew.
When his laughter finally wound down, Helen casually dropped a grenade into their conversation.
“Oscar, you know what? I’m pregnant.”
His laugh disappeared instantly. His jaw nearly hit the floor.
“What the fuck! You, you’re pregnant?” His eyes went wide enough to swallow the room. “Elle, don’t screw around with me like that. It’s not funny.”
“My life’s too bitter for jokes right now. I’m seriously pregnant.”
Silence settled softly between them, as neither of them spoke, letting only the gentle sound of waves crashing outside fill the quiet space.
After a few more minutes, Oscar finally broke the silence.
“That’s why your father kicked you out of the family registry?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged like it was nothing. “I refused to marry the man he picked for me. I mean, how could I? My little tenant in my belly already has a landlord.”
“Who’s the unlucky guy?” Oscar asked, his tone and expression suddenly stripped of their usual playful tease.
Helen froze.
‘Oh, perfect! Now, Detective Oscar has entered the chat…’
Helen vented her frustration in her mind as she realized she’d said too much. There was no way, absolutely no way, she’d tell him the baby’s father was Vincent Moretti. Right!
That secret was better kept locked away, buried deep, and left alone forever.
Besides, keeping it to herself was also for Oscar’s safety. The less he knew, the less chance he had of winding up in a hospital or a coffin.
Apparently, Oscar had decided his “no prying” vow had expired.
While she sat there, pretending to be calm, Oscar’s fingers flew across his keyboard.
Helen didn’t need to look to know he was digging.
Oscar’s gaze shifted to another monitor, eyes narrowing until his face went from curious to turn frosty.
One minute passed.
Then two.
Maybe three.
Long enough for Helen to feel like she was stuck in a live-action suspense movie, minus the popcorn watching Oscar gasps, while reading something on his other monitor.
When he finally turned back his focus with her, a sour smile tugged at his lips; cold, knowing, and just a little smug. His eyes stayed locked on hers.
Yep. He knew.
She let out a silent sigh, bracing herself. He already knew the answer, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hearing it from her.
Instead, she simply stared back, daring him to make the first move.
Not long after, Oscar’s voice broke through the silence.
“Elle…” he started slowly, as if he were trying to piece together the memory in his mind. “That day you asked me to cover your tracks at the Imperial Hotel, were you actually sleeping with Vincent Moretti?”
‘Oh, fantastic. Out of all the dusty files, he had to pull out that one.’ Helen’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing on him in warning.
“I promise I won’t say anything, Oscar… But for the love of my sanity, stay calm and do not try to dig any information about him. Seriously. It’s better for everyone if you don’t. He’s not just trouble, he’s in the VIP section of people-you-don’t-want-to-mess-with.”
Oscar laughed. But it wasn’t the fun kind of laugh. It was the “I’m irritated but pretending I’m amused” kind.
“I know… In your country, there are only two people I’d never mess with; you and that man.” His eyes locked on her, sharp enough to make Helen slightly shiver; he was annoyed.
“You’re cooked, Elle. How could you sleep with that dangerous man?” He added.
“Don’t blame me! Blame the alcohol…”
“Tsk, tsk… You’re unbelievable. You know you can’t handle it, and you still dared to?”
“I know. That’s why I can’t even blame anyone else. I was too stupid.”
