Chapter 903 Heartbeat
Isabella turned away, feeling embarrassed, and quietly wiped her tears.
Leon noticed her hunched over, softly crying, looking really pitiful. The hook on her dress had come undone, forcing her to hug her shoulders to keep it in place. She looked quite disheveled.
Leon frowned a bit, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over Isabella's shoulders.
Feeling the weight on her shoulders, Isabella glanced down and saw the suit jacket.
Out of the corner of her eye, she peeked at Leon, then pulled the jacket tighter around her shoulders, feeling really messy at the moment.
Leon looked around and said softly, "Let me take you to the lounge to fix your clothes, okay?"
"Okay." Isabella nodded like a little lamb.
Leon put his arm around Isabella's shoulders and guided her to the lounge.
With his big hand on her shoulder, Isabella's face turned red.
Leon looked down at Isabella and thought she had never been this gentle before. She was usually pretty fierce, but he had to admit, she looked really cute when she was being obedient.
Leon took Isabella to a lounge, but it was empty.
Leon couldn't help but say, "Where did all the makeup artists go?"
The wedding had hired a team of makeup artists and stylists to touch up the bride.
"They must be with the bride and groom," Isabella said, frowning.
Isabella looked down at her dress and frowned. "Maybe I should just change out of this dress."
Leon immediately stopped her. "No, the bride and groom will want to take group photos with us later."
Hearing this, Isabella frowned. "Then what should I do? I can't go out like this."
Seeing Isabella's troubled expression, Leon frowned, then walked to the dressing table, opened a drawer, and rummaged through it until he found a sewing kit.
Seeing Leon take out a needle and thread, Isabella couldn't help but frown and ask, "What are you doing?"
Leon threaded the needle and replied, "I'm going to sew the hook back on for you."
"You're going to sew it?" Isabella's eyes widened.
"Yeah. Hurry up and take off the jacket." Leon was ready and came up behind Isabella.
To be honest, Isabella didn't trust Leon, as a man, to know how to sew. She could barely sew a button herself, after all.
"Hurry up!" Leon urged, noticing Isabella's hesitation.
"Do you even know how to sew? You won't poke me, will you?" Isabella asked skeptically.
Leon, holding the needle and thread, confidently said, "I've been mending my own clothes since I was five. My sewing skills are better than most women's."
"Really? You're not lying, are you?" Isabella's eyes widened.
"Try it and see." Leon smirked.
With no other choice, Isabella took off the jacket and turned her back to him.
As Leon mended the dress, occasionally, his fingertips would touch her skin, making her blush.
Maybe because they were so close, his breath tickled her back, making her skin itch. She could also catch his unique masculine scent, and her heart was racing.
She glanced back and saw Leon focused on sewing the hook on her dress, then turned back and cautiously asked, "How do you know how to sew?"
Leon replied while working, "I didn't have any family around when I was a kid, so I had to do everything myself."
"You didn't have any family? Who did you live with when you were a kid?" Isabella frowned, curious.
Leon's hand holding the needle paused for a moment.
"I don't have parents. I grew up in an orphanage," he said quietly.
Isabella couldn't help but frown.
Looking back, she felt a wave of sympathy for Leon. She didn't expect him to have grown up in an orphanage. His background was even tougher than hers. But now he was so successful, it must have been through sheer determination. Only he knew the hardships he had endured.
"I'm sorry for that," Isabella said softly.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Leon smiled.
Leon finished sewing the hook and bent down to bite off the thread with his teeth.
By accident, Leon's lips brushed against the skin on Isabella's back.
Isabella shivered and instinctively stepped forward.
She hugged her shoulders, her face flushed, but she didn't turn around to scold him because she knew he didn't mean to take advantage of her.
"Sorry!" Leon quickly apologized, realizing his mistake.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking at the ceiling, suddenly feeling the room's temperature rise, sweat forming on his forehead.
Isabella also felt the atmosphere around them was getting weird.
So, she quickly said, "They're probably already taking photos outside. We should go out quickly so they don't have to look for us."
She turned to open the door.
In her hurry, Isabella's high heel twisted, and she lost her balance.
She let out a startled yelp as she fell backward.
Leon took a big step forward and caught Isabella by the waist.
Not wanting to fall, Isabella grabbed Leon's collar in a panic.
For a moment, their eyes met, and Leon was stunned.
Seeing Leon's deep eyes, Isabella's heart pounded even harder, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.
After a few seconds, Leon realized he was being inappropriate. Once Isabella was steady, he let go of her waist.
"Thank you," Isabella said, smoothing her hair.
Leon suddenly looked at Isabella and said, "I think you need to pull this up a bit."
Isabella looked up and saw Leon gesturing in front of her chest.
Seeing his gesture, Isabella frowned and looked down at herself. Her low-cut evening dress seemed a bit too low, showing some cleavage.
Startled, Isabella quickly pulled up her dress and then stepped forward to give Leon a hard push.
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