Hannah watched the news coverage of their lavish wedding from the day before. Seeing the Sawyer family’s embarrassed departure filled her with immense happiness.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at her door. Hannah hurried to open it.

“Madame,” the maid said respectfully, “Mrs. Wells requests your and Mr. Wells’ presence downstairs for lunch.”

“We’ll be down shortly,” Hannah replied, closing the door. She glanced at Oscar, still in bed, and said, “Lunchtime.”

Oscar remained motionless. Hannah approached him. “Oscar, wake up.”

He lay still. Hannah was speechless. Why was he sleeping so soundly? Was it the lavender?

With a sigh, she moved to his side and gently nudged his shoulder. “Wake up, your mother—Ah!” she cried out in surprise.

Oscar had suddenly pulled her towards him, spinning her into the air before pressing her beneath him. The swiftness of his action left Hannah momentarily stunned. As realization dawned, she felt his soft lips on hers.

“Hmm…” Hannah attempted to escape, wondering at his sudden ardor. She squirmed, her efforts only intensifying his passion.

“Hmm!” she moaned softly. His excitement grew.

After a while, he released her. Hannah, lying beneath him, blushed furiously. Whether from shyness or anger, her eyes were wide, her expression likely irritated. This only seemed to increase his desire to kiss her. He lowered his head again.

“Can you be more serious?” she exclaimed, exasperated.

He kissed her palm. Hannah quickly withdrew her hand.

Oscar grinned. “In the future, you can wake me up like that.”

'I won't!' Hannah mentally vowed.

Oscar moved away. Hannah composed herself as he dressed and opened the door. She followed him out.

As they stepped into the hallway, Hannah screamed. A white figure lunged toward her face. She saw a white ragdoll cat about to strike. Instantly, Oscar intercepted the cat with his arm, his force flinging it several feet away, landing at a woman’s feet.

The cat cried out. The woman, panicked, scooped it up.

Hannah's concern shifted to Oscar, who had shielded her and appeared injured. She tugged at his sleeve, revealing two long scratches, bleeding slightly.

“Oscar, are you okay?” she asked.

Oscar glanced at her, then at Karen, who held the trembling cat. His anger was evident.

Karen shook her head. “Pamela didn’t mean to,” she explained, revealing the cat’s name. “She’s docile; she must have been frightened. Oscar, Hannah, I’m so sorry. I’ll teach her a lesson…” Her face flushed.

Hannah intervened, sensing Oscar’s growing anger. “Don’t blame yourself. Just call the doctor for Oscar.”

Tears welled in Karen’s eyes. Hannah, fearing further blame, took Oscar’s hand. “Let’s go downstairs. We can get your doctor to check the scratch and see if you need a rabies shot.”

She led him away. Once they were gone, Karen, appearing harmless and innocent, smiled grimly, stroking the cat. "Good cat," she murmured sweetly.

News of Oscar’s injury spread quickly. Venus summoned the doctor. After treating the wound, the doctor produced a rabies vaccine.

“Wait,” Oscar interrupted.

The doctor chuckled. “Mr. Wells is still afraid of needles.”

“I just want a more comfortable position,” Oscar denied, though his expression clearly betrayed his fear.

Nancy teased, “Our hero is afraid of needles!”

Oscar ignored her, consumed by his fear. Suddenly, a small hand covered his eyes.

He heard Hannah’s soft voice. “It doesn’t hurt if you don’t look.”

Hannah, having shared a childhood fear of needles, remembered her mother's advice. She pulled Oscar closer, her unique scent filling his senses.

“Alright, done,” the doctor announced.

Hannah released him. A flush stained Oscar’s cheeks.

Nancy quipped, “Newlyweds are sweet. Our normally unflappable Master Wells is blushing!”

Hannah blushed, too, glancing at Oscar.

“It hurt,” Oscar claimed, though his words contradicted his telltale blush.