NovelEnglishHer heart fluttered anxiously as she hurriedly rose to her feet, rummaging through the medicine cabto find disinfectant and bandages for his wounds.
With his indifferent demeanor, Leopold barely noticed the injury. "Every tyou lash out at me, my heart aches, not my hand.
But, once the hand hurts, the heart doesn't feel the pain." Aurelia was at a loss for words. She wasn't senchantress. It was his possessiveness that was overbearing.
"If I'm so detestable, always making you mad, just don't take it to heart." "You're my treasure, and I'd never let go, not even in death," he declared with certainty.
Aurelia tried to muster a smile, but it cwith sadness. She wasn't a treasure but a trophy. A prize coveted only in the heat of competition, disregarded once the contest ended.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let's call it a night," she suggested.
They seemed to coexist better in silence. Words between them were like bullets, wounding each other with every exchange.
Aurelia rose early the next day to bake pastries in the kitchen. Since the proud Mr. Leopold had a craving, she indulged him, hoping to avoid another one of his self-destructive tantrums that could lead to injury.
Leopold descended the stairs with their son, Kane, lured by the sweet scent of freshly baked cheese pastries. His mood lifted instantly, the frustrations of the previous night dissipating.
Aurelia's presence seemed to sway his emotions. She was the one who could calm his mind.
"Mom's made streats," Kane chirped as he scampered into the kitchen, his face alight with excitement.
Aurelia plated the warm pastries, freshly out of the oven.
"Kane, take sto school for snack time," she instructed, dividing them into portions. One was for Kane, one for his friends William and Skyler, and another to share with his classmates.
"Okay." Kane nodded in compliance.
Leopold couldn't resist grabbing a pastry to taste, heedless of the heat.
Aurelia cast him a playful, scolding glance. "Let them cool first. You'll get a sore throat." "It's fine. I'm immune to that," Leopold replied with a charming smile, savoring his wife's baking. And in that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope that he still had a place in her heart. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made these pastries for him.
She packed a portion to share with her colleagues at work, leaving the rest for Leopold, Jessica, and Laura.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Kane, hurry up with breakfast. You'll be leaving for school." "Okay," Kane went to the dining room.
Seizing the moment of solitude, Leopold wrapped his arms around Aurelia and pressed his lips to hers.
Then, Laura appeared at the doorstep, witnessing the intimate exchange. Startled, she turned away, pretending to have seen nothing, and quickly retreated.
But Aurelia had already spotted her, pushing Leopold away in a panic. She felt rather cornered, knowing she couldn't cleanse herself of this misunderstanding. Laura would surely think she was having an affair with the bodyguard.
"Damn it. Can't you show a little restraint? Laura saw us!" she lamented.
Leopold regretted it, acknowledging his oversight in the heat of the moment.
"Don't worry. We'll explain it to Laura later." Aurelia felt faint. "Explain? That'll make it even worse. She'll think I'm sfloozy." She recalled Beverly's strange looks, probably thinking she kept a 'toy boy' on the side.
"I'm afraid everyone in this house will start questioning my character, suspecting | have a lover." "Relax. Laura won't spread rumors," Leopold reassured her. Of all the servants, Laura was the most trustworthy.
"But it's not about gossip. | don't want Laura to get the wrong idea. I've always seen her like family." Leopold shrugged. "Misunderstandings are temporary. Your husband will leave the hospital soon, and we'll clear things up with her."
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