Chapter 907 There're Countless men Wanting to Marry Me
"What did you say?" Leon leaned in closer, trying to catch Isabella's words.
"It smells so bad, what is that?" Isabella mumbled, turning over in Leon's arms with her eyes still shut.
Leon glanced at her clothes and noticed the vomit. He had seen it earlier but thought it wasn't his place to help her change.
Now, seeing her frown in disgust, Leon hesitated but then decided to help her out. He was about to take off her blazer, feeling a bit awkward about it.
He paused, thinking it might be inappropriate, but then shrugged it off. He just wanted her to be comfortable. So, he took off her blazer and quickly covered her with a blanket, keeping himself calm.
But when he saw her black low-cut top, he felt his throat tighten and quickly looked away.
Just as he was about to get up, Isabella threw off the blanket and mumbled, "So hot!"
Leon frowned, trying not to look at her, and reached to pull the blanket back over her.
But then, Isabella suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You..." Leon was startled and tried to stop her.
But Isabella, clinging to his neck, cried out, "Mom, do you know how much I miss you? Why did you leave me alone? Do you know how lonely I am?"
Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto Leon's hand.
Seeing her so vulnerable, Leon frowned deeply. 'What has Isabella been through? She usually seems so tough, but now she looks so helpless.'
"Mom, I miss you so much, don't leave me, don't leave me," Isabella clung tightly to Leon.
"Isabella, I'm not your mom, I'm Leon!" Leon gently patted her back, hoping she'd let go.
His heart was racing, and her familiar scent was making him feel restless.
He was just a guy, and Isabella had already caught his eye. Now, with her being so close, he was struggling to keep it together.
"Leon? Who's Leon? I don't know," Isabella shook her head, mumbling.
Leon really wanted to shake her awake. She didn't even know who he was, and it was driving him nuts.
"So hot, my head is spinning!" Isabella held her head, frowning in discomfort.
Leon couldn't help but say, "Of course you're dizzy. I've never seen a woman drink a whole bottle of wine by herself. Are you even a woman?"
This made the drunken Isabella cry and shout, shaking Leon's shoulders, "Who says I'm not a woman? I just don't want to get married. The men who want to marry me are countless!"
Leon couldn't help but smirk at Isabella's words.
"Do you look down on me? You all look down on me. I want to get married too, I want a boyfriend too, but I just can't find the right one. What can I do? Do women have to get married? I'm living on my own, supporting myself just fine," Isabella started crying as she spoke.
Seeing Isabella cry so sadly, Leon frowned deeply, feeling very upset, and quickly comforted her by patting her back, "Please don't cry, okay? I don't know what to do when you cry."
Leon found that the more he argued with Isabella, the more excited he got, but when she cried, he was completely helpless, unable to resist at all.
"I don't want to be an old maid, I'm not an old maid." Isabella cried and shouted, clutching Leon's shirt.
Hearing this, Leon's brow furrowed tightly.
His eyes fixed on the Isabella in his arms, filled with guilt.
He had spoken without thinking, maybe even jokingly, not expecting her to take it to heart.
Leon had thought she was a carefree girl, always so fierce, so he didn't treat her like a woman when they argued, thinking she wouldn't care. But he didn't expect her to be so fragile inside, and his words had really hurt her.
But the words were already said, and it was too late to take them back. Leon looked at the Isabella in his arms, her frowning face full of discomfort and tears, looking so aggrieved.
Leon reached out and touched Isabella's hair, suddenly speaking very gently, "You aren't an old maid. You're a beauty, and there are enough people who want to marry you. Now, go to sleep, don't make a fuss, or your head will hurt more!"
Leon tried to lay Isabella down on the bed, but she clung tightly to his neck, her eyes half-closed with drunkenness, and said, "What about you? Do you want to marry me?"
Hearing this, Leon was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to answer.
"Answer me." Isabella's hand tightly hooked around Leon's neck, not letting go without an answer.
Leon asked himself, 'Do I like Isabella?'
The answer should be yes, although he would never admit it outwardly.
But she was drunk now, and from his experience, she wouldn't remember this tomorrow.
Therefore, whether he told the truth or just wanted to make Isabella happy, he smiled and gave her a satisfactory answer. "Yes, I do."
Hearing this, Isabella was overjoyed.
"Really?" Isabella still wasn't sure, raising her chin and blinking her eyes, looking very playful.
Seeing such a cute and charming Isabella, especially her bright eyes like crescent moons and her pink lips, Leon was deeply attracted.
"Of course." Leon nodded honestly.
Isabella then happily hugged Leon, laughing by his ear. "I'm so happy, someone likes me!"
Hearing this, Leon frowned, then reached out and hugged Isabella's waist.
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