Chapter 913 That Was Just a Coincidence
"I've been very impatient," Isabella snapped back at Leon.
Leon, unfazed, placed something on her lap and grinned. "Hurry up and eat!"
Isabella frowned, glancing down at the item. It was a lunchbox.
"What is this?" she asked, surprised.
"Breakfast, obviously," Leon replied with a smile.
She opened it to find a steaming hot burger inside, looking pretty tempting.
But since it was from Leon, she hesitated. "Thanks, but I've already had breakfast."
She closed the lunchbox and tried to hand it back to him.
Leon, however, wasn't buying it. "You came downstairs so late, no makeup, hair all messy. I don't believe you've eaten."
Isabella's frown deepened. His attention to detail was annoying. She ran a hand through her hair and snapped, "So what if I haven't? I'm worried you might've spiked it or something!"
Leon just laughed. "Last time, you were the one who threw yourself at me. I'm not interested in a fierce woman like you!"
That stung Isabella. Her face darkened with anger.
Leon noticed her silence and turned to look at her. Her face was flushed with rage.
Realizing he might've crossed a line, he was about to apologize when Isabella cut him off. "Leon, what do you mean by that? What happened that night? Tell me the truth!"
She couldn't remember that night clearly but couldn't stand his teasing. She didn't recall Leon forcing her, but the fragments she did remember were annoyingly warm.
She'd been dying to ask him but was too embarrassed. Now, with Leon bringing it up, she had to know.
Isabella's face was serious, her eyes sharp as she stared at him.
Seeing her look, Leon tried to play it off. "Do I really need to spell it out? We were alone, there was alcohol..."
"Shut up!" Isabella shouted, cutting him off.
Leon quickly shut his mouth, startled.
"Did you take advantage of me, or did I throw myself at you?" Her tone wavered at the end.
If it was the latter, she knew she couldn't blame him.
In the end, Leon had no choice but to spill the beans, though he did add a bit of flair.
"That night, you downed a whole bottle of red wine and were totally out of it. I had a bottle too, but I was a bit more with it. I helped you back to the hotel, but you puked everywhere. I had no choice but to bring you to my room. I gotta apologize; I took off your coat because it was filthy, and you couldn't stand it yourself." Leon paused dramatically.
"And then?" Isabella pressed, eyes locked on him.
"And then..." Leon hesitated before continuing, "You started crying and shouting, hugging my neck and calling for your mom, begging her not to leave you."
Isabella lowered her head, silent. She vaguely remembered dreaming about her mom that night, so Leon's story checked out.
"Then we got close and, well, things happened." Leon left out a lot.
Isabella had kissed him first, clinging to his neck. But he wasn't innocent either; he took the lead and things escalated.
She was a virgin, inexperienced. He guided everything.
Isabella's face turned crimson. So, it was consensual after all.
Seeing her blush, Leon felt a wave of tenderness.
For some reason, seeing her like this, he couldn't help himself. This side of Isabella touched something deep inside him.
Feeling bad for her embarrassment, Leon quickly took all the blame.
"Actually, it's all my fault. You were out cold, but I was clear-headed. It's all on me, Isabella, I..." Before he could finish, Isabella cut him off, calmly saying, "Alright, stop. We're both adults. This kind of thing happens, no big deal."
"What do you mean by that?" Leon's face darkened at her words.
Isabella met his gaze and said calmly, "I mean that night was just an accident. No need for either of us to dwell on it."
Suddenly, Leon floored the gas, pulling the car over to the side of the road with a screech, leaving a tire mark on the ground.
The sudden stop made Isabella, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, lurch forward.
Leon quickly reached out to block her.
Afraid of hitting her head on the glass, Isabella instinctively grabbed Leon's hand.
Luckily, Leon's hand did the trick, and Isabella steadied herself.
"Are you okay?" Leon asked, leaning forward, his voice full of concern.
Still shaken, Isabella shook her head and then lost it. She shouted at Leon, "Are you crazy? If you want to die, don't take me with you!"
Leon, though getting an earful, didn't argue back. His face was dark, but he stayed silent. He knew he had been impulsive. If Isabella had gotten hurt, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.
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