Chapter 443 Let&##x27;s Forget about What Happened Last Night

When Nora woke up, she obviously felt the soreness of her body, and it was like she had been run over
by a car. She felt tired even lifting her fingers.

Nora sat up abruptly, for she realized that she was not at her house obviously, because everything here
was stranger for her.

Moreover, her naked body, those red marks on her white skin, and the soreness were a clear reminder
of the madness that had taken place the day before.

"You are awake." A thick and magnetic voice broke the silence in the bedroom.

Then Nora realized that Oca was sitting near her on the sofa.

He was wearing a black shirt, which was propped up by his good body, his slender legs wrapped in
black trousers.

With a black suit, a poker face, and the air of indifference around him, he was revealing a sense of
sexual abstinence, which made her want to flirt with him and broke his abstinence.

"I…Why am I here?" She lowered her head and whispered.

Nora stared at Oca's perfect face, and quickly recalled what had happened yesterday in her mind.

She didn't know who had set her up and made her drink something with drugs, and she was nearly
raped by an asshole.

Luckily, Oca suddenly appeared to rescue her. Then the drug efficacy got the best of her and she was
lost in lust, mistaking Oca as Oscar and making love with him.



Nora raised her hand and knocked on her head. How confused and foolish were she to even made
love with Oca?

Oh, God! Oca was the boyfriend of Hazel. And Hazel was the third sister of Alan, her husband.

How should she deal with her husband and Hazel now? It really left her with headache and big trouble
and she really had no idea what to do.

Nora felt so embarrassed now that she almost couldn't breathe while she was in the same bedroom
with Oca.

"Your clothes were torn yesterday. Here are some new clothes. Go change, clean yourself up and go
downstairs for breakfast." Then Oca stood up as if nothing had happened yesterday.

"Thank ... thank you." Nora stuttered. She was like a kitten that had lost its tongue.

Then Oca stepped out of the bedroom, and it was not until the door closed did Nora calm down and her
mind became peaceful slowly.

Was he here waiting for her to wake up?

Nora's eyes fell on the bag of a luxury women's clothing brand on the coffee table.

"Whatever, I should get out of here first." Then Nora got out of bed wrapped in the quilt, and felt the
soreness in her body with every step.

Biting her lip, she stepped over to the coffee table, picked up the bag and headed for the bathroom.

After taking a warm bath, Nora felt much better. After she changed her clothes, she took three deep
breaths in front of the mirror.



"Smile, smile ..." She repeatedly reminded herself to manage her expression. "Just pretend nothing had
happened. Nothing had happened... "

Nora went downstairs, and nobody was around. She was going to leave quietly now.

However, she didn't walk further than two steps while she heard Oca's voice, "Even if you want to
leave, you may have the breakfast first."

Nora turned to look at the dining room, and she saw Oca was putting a ham sandwich and fried eggs
on the table.

"Come here." Oca unscrewed the cap of the milk box and poured the milk into the cup.

Reluctantly, Nora walked over, pulled open her chair and sat down.

"You need to restore your strength." Oca put the milk cup in front of Nora, and then sat down.

"I ..." Nora' ears turned red. She didn't have the courage to raise her eyes to look at him, because she
felt so guilty.

She once again mistook Oca as Oscar, and used him as Oscar's substitute. She believed that anyone
under the same circumstance would feel insulted…

Moreover, as they had had sex, their relationship became more complicated. For the whole thing, she
knew she couldn't pass the buck for it.

"I'm sorry, and I really didn't mean it last night. I knew that I can't change anything no matter what I
said… What I can do to make it up to you?" She said while her eyebrows knitted and she was under
great pressure.



"Make it up to me?" Oca cut the fried egg gracefully with a knife and fork, and his acts were as pleasant
as that of medieval aristocratic childe. "Then, Mrs. Way, according to your opinion, do you think there is
anything you can do to make it up for what happened last night? Or for Mrs. Way, everything could be a
deal?"

"I ..." Nora was speechless suddenly. "That's not what I meant. You misunderstood me. You are Hazel's
boyfriend. I am afraid that she would misunderstand you when she knows. In fact, the whole thing is my
fault. If it was found out by Hazel, I'm the only one to be blame."

"I don't need any compensation." Oca chewed the fried eggs slowly and his eyes were calm. "The
whole thing happened last night was an accident. As long as you don't tell anyone, me either, then no
one knows."

Nora was surprised for a second and then nodded, "Well. Then let's forget about what happened last
night."

Oca looked downed at his breakfast and ate quietly without saying anything.

Nora watched Oca calmly ate his breakfast while she had no appetite at all.

She wondered how could he have breakfast as graceful as usual under such circumstance. Then, an
idea suddenly struck in her mind that Oscar used to eat with the same graceful manner.

Although he wasn't born into a family as good as Oca's, he was more graceful than anyone else.

"Why are you not eating? Can't get used to a western breakfast?" Oca freed one hand to pick up the
milk to drink a mouthful, and his sexy Adam's apple moving slowly.

Nora stared at his protruding Adam's apple. Last night, she had kissed his sexy Adam's apple, while his
graceful hand caressed her smooth skin.



What was she thinking?

She was supposed to forget about what happed last night!

Nora realized that her face was burning. She tried to hide her embarrassment by reaching out for the
milk and drank two mouthful of it.

"It's fine." Nora calmed herself down and stopped thinking about it. "Mr. Moore, I don't see anyone else
around. So did you make breakfast yourself?"

"Yes, " Oca replied. "I don't like seeing strangers in my house."

Then she could be considered as a stranger to him, trespassing on his territory.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Moore can cook." She thought rich people didn't like to be in the kitchen,
especially men.

"My father was very strict with me since I was a child. In Country M, children must learn to be
independent, no matter what background do they have." There was no slightest trace of emotional
fluctuation in Oca's eyes. "Cooking is the most basic skill. Otherwise, you would be a laughing stock if
you starve to death because you can't cook for yourself one day."

She held the milk cup and lowered her head even lower. After hearing what he said, she felt so ashame
that if the glass had been large enough, she would have put her head in it without hesitation.

She felt like that Oca's last words were about her. She really couldn't cook at all, so part of the reason
for her opening a restaurant was to satisfy her appetite.

After finished his breakfast, Oca glanced at Nora across the table, "Did you finished?"



"Yeah." Nora replied, and she immediately put down the milk cup, and it got almost warmed by her
palm.

"But you didn't eat at all. It seems that you really don't like western breakfast." Oca said and dabbed at
the corner of his lip with a tissue. No one could tell if he was happy or angry by looking into his eyes
now.

"No, I'm just ... just not hungry." Nora told him that she wasn't hungry instead of telling him the truth that
she had no appetite at all.

"Then let's go." Oca said while he got up to went to the living room, picked up a black suit jacket and
put it on.


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