Chapter 1003 I Like Chubby Women
After getting kissed out of nowhere twice, Isabella's face turned bright red. She shoved Leon away, grumbling, "What are you doing?"
Leon just grinned, looking super pleased with himself.
"Come on, eat up!" Isabella nudged him.
"Why aren't you eating?" Leon asked, curious.
Isabella frowned. "I'm on a diet."
"Milo's still breastfeeding. Dieting like this isn't healthy; it's bad for you and Milo's growth," Leon said, frowning.
Isabella touched her waist and sighed, "I just lost five pounds. If I eat, I'll gain it all back."
"You need to make milk, so you have to eat, no matter what!" Leon said, firmly sitting her back down and putting the utensils in front of her.
Isabella looked at the utensils, clearly distressed.
Seeing this, Leon grabbed the knife and fork, putting some chicken wings and ribs on her plate. "A little weight gain is fine. You look great now!"
Isabella looked up, skeptical. "You're just saying that because you're worried I won't have milk for Milo! You must secretly dislike me."
"Don't you know I like chubby women?" Leon said seriously.
"Really?" Isabella's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him.
"Of course," Leon replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"If you're lying, I won't forgive you!" Isabella warned, pointing the utensils at him before starting to eat.
After all, she still had to breastfeed. Eating a little less was one thing, but not eating at all would affect Milo's growth.
Isabella ate until she was half full, then put down the utensils. "I'm full. I'm going to check on Milo."
"Okay," Leon nodded.
Isabella was breastfeeding Milo when Leon walked in after dinner.
Seeing her, he leaned in. "He's eating so vigorously," Leon said, smiling at Milo.
Isabella glanced at Leon and smiled. "He has a big appetite. I'm worried I won't have enough milk soon."
Leon frowned. "No more dieting! Otherwise, Milo won't have any milk."
"Even if I diet, I still have plenty of milk. Besides, Milo can start on solid foods in four months," Isabella argued.
"That's not good enough. If you don't get enough, the milk won't be nutritious," Leon insisted.
Isabella huffed, "You only care about Milo. You don't care if I get fat!"
Leon put his arm around her shoulder and smiled, "At worst, you'll just be a chubby person."
"Stop it!" Isabella playfully hit him.
Leon tried to kiss her cheek, but she made a shushing gesture. "Milo is falling asleep. Don't wake him!"
"Okay," Leon nodded, keeping quiet.
Soon, Milo fell asleep in Isabella's arms.
Leon quickly set Milo's small pillow on one side of the big bed. Isabella gently laid the sleeping Milo down, then stretched to shake off the numbness in her arms.
Right then, Leon pulled her into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Isabella's face was pressed against his chest, still sounding a bit annoyed.
"We haven't been this close in ages. Don't you miss me at all?" Leon asked, looking down at her.
Isabella frowned, jealousy creeping in. "Don't you have that young and beautiful vice president helping you with the company? You must be enjoying it."
Leon chuckled at her jealousy. "You mean Bronte? She's got nothing on you!"
Isabella immediately looked up, not satisfied. "Hey, what do you mean by that?"
"I mean she's neither as young nor as beautiful as you, and definitely not as chubby!" Leon teased.
"Stop it!" Isabella liked the first part but got annoyed at the last bit.
"I don't get you women. You're not even fat, but you keep dieting," Leon said, trying to smooth things over.
"You men are the ones talking nonsense. Clearly, I'm fat, but you say I'm not!" Isabella shot back.
"I just like chubby women, okay?" Leon finally said.
Isabella couldn't help but smile.
Seeing her smile, Leon grinned too.
But then Isabella's face turned serious again. "Thinking about that Bronte makes me uncomfortable. She's around you every day. Over time, you might develop feelings for her. Come on, you have to fire her tomorrow!"
"I don't want her around me either, but I don't have the authority. Her dad's a major shareholder and director at Johnson Corporation, and he's got a lot of pull. We have to play the long game," Leon explained, frowning.
Isabella didn't want to make things harder for Leon, but she was still upset.
Seeing her quiet, Leon coaxed, "Don't worry. Even though she's around, I don't care about her. No matter how hard she tries, it won't work!"
Isabella couldn't help but smile. "No wonder you were a lawyer; you're so good at arguing."
"I still need to keep trying," Leon teased.
Isabella smiled and then got out of bed. "I'm not going to argue with you. I'm going to run on the treadmill. They say exercising before bed helps you lose weight faster!"
As soon as she turned around, Leon grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Isabella exclaimed.
Leon looked down at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why go to the treadmill when we can exercise in bed?"
Seeing the suggestive look in his eyes, Isabella got his meaning and struggled. "No way."
"Why not? How long has it been since we had sex?" Leon's eyes locked onto hers.
Isabella fell silent.
It had indeed been a long time. For a moment, her emotions surged.
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