NovelEnglishLeopold wasn't really hungry. It was more about the ache in his chest in need of solace.
Aurelia headed to the kitchen and whipped up a sandwich with a glass of hot milk in no time.
The first sip of the hot milk eased Leopold's spirits a bit. To be precise, it brought scomfort. After all, this was something she had made for him personally.
Aurelia sighed to herself. The big boss was high maintenance, his moods changing like the weather. You never knew when the next storm was going to hit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut damn, he was easy on the eyes. He was a sight to behold, no matter how you looked at him. His face was his fortress.
"Have you ever been to the Arctic?" "Why would | go to that godforsaken place?" Leopold replied coldly.
His status meant he couldn't live as freely as Arnold did.
Annoyed, Aurelia rolled her eyes at him. "It's called scientific research. Without researchers and explorers, humanity would never uncover the secrets of our planet." Leopold's eyes narrowed, a glint of brooding darkness flashing within them.
"You want to go to the Arctic?" Aurelia nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to see the Northern Lights and visit many other places. The world is so vast, and you've got to wander and see it. Otherwise, what's the point of being on this Earth?" Leopold grabbed her hand firmly. "Okay, once the danger is gone, I'll take you across the world." He'd fulfill any request she had, no questions asked.
Aurelia pulled her hand away. "Let's talk about that later. Who knows what the future holds?" Leopold didn't want to hear those words again, which sounded despondent.
"Can't you have a little faith in me?" Aurelia pursed her lips. "It's not you that | lack faith in. It's myself, okay?" The milk in Leopold's mouth lost its flavor.
She was like a kite with its string cut, free and drifting further away, with no desire to return.
If it weren't for Kane, she would've married someone else without a second thought.
"So, you really don't want to remarry me?" asked Leopold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Remarry you? To give you another chance to throw our marriage certificate in my face? There's a saying, 'Foolonce, shon you. Fooltwice, and shon me.’ You've done it twice already. Don't | deserve sdignity?" Her words were blunt and direct, like a bone in Leopold's throat. He could neither swallow it nor spit it out, excruciatingly stuck.
"Aurelia..." He held her hand again, his gaze solemn, earnest, and sincere. "That won't happen again. | promise you." Aurelia offered a faint, indifferent smile. "You promised you wouldn't remarry when you beggedto get back together, yet you remarried. Don't make promises you can't keep. It makes you look cheap." Leopold felt a searing pain in his heart, as if it had been slashed open and left to bleed.
Had all trust between them evaporated? Did she harbour no faith in him whatsoever? "You always know how to hurtand makesuffer." He said bitterly.
She looked at him firmly. The pain was always mutual, and her heart ached just the same.
He had crushed the courage and confidence she had painstakingly built. In matters of love, she was fragile, retreating into her shell at the slightest injury, finding it hard to emerge again.
"Leopold, I'm not your wife anymore, and | might never be again. Why does it always have to be you who controls our relationship? You wanted a divorce, and we divorced. You want to remarry, and we will remarry. Why should it be up to you?" With a forceful pull, she freed her hand and turned to leave.
Like a gust of wind, he rushed over and enveloped her in his arms.
"It's all my fault. Please, giveone more chance, will you?" She bit her lip. "I don't want to remarry now. Let's talk about it later." Leopold's heart twisted into a knot. He could control anyone and anything except her. She was like the mist, the rain, and the wind, forever elusive.
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