Chapter 942 Girls Should Be More Reserved
Seeing Leon so confident look, Isabella raised her chin and said, "Alright, let's see how bad it is tonight."
Leon smirked, gave her a warning look, and then walked out.
When Isabella heard the door close, she knew he was gone.
The next moment, she giggled like a kid, flopped onto her bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and rolled around, laughing and squealing.
She couldn't help but think, 'Does this mean Leon and I are starting to date? It should count, right? He's even coming over to buy groceries and cook.'
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" a male voice suddenly called from outside.
Startled, Isabella quickly pulled off the blanket and sat up.
Unexpectedly, there was Leon standing at the bedroom door, looking at her in shock.
"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?" she asked, surprised.
Leon walked to the bedside table, grabbed his car keys, and held them up. "Forgot my car keys."
Isabella felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, thinking he was just trying to catch her acting silly.
"You came back without making a sound? You could scare someone, you know?" she burst out.
Leon looked justified. "How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly go crazy? Just pretend I didn't see anything."
With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
"You jerk!" Isabella shouted after him.
Leon suddenly came back, expressionless, and said, "A girl should be more reserved. Even if you're happy, you should maintain your composure."
"How am I not composed?" But before she could finish, Leon had already disappeared.
This time, hearing the door open and close again, Isabella put on her shoes and limped out of the bedroom. After checking around to make sure he was really gone, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the closed door, Isabella suddenly smiled but cursed Leon in her heart for always exposing her, leaving her no dignity. But this was her true self.
Isabella slept well until the sun was about to set.
Before Leon arrived, she rummaged through her entire wardrobe and finally found a white dress with blue floral patterns. Wearing this dress made her look more ladylike, so he wouldn't always complain that she was fierce and not gentle.
As the sun set and the lights came on outside, there was a knock at the door.
Hearing the knock, Isabella happily went to open it.
But as she opened the door, she quickly restrained her joy, knowing Leon would definitely make fun of her, so she had to act a bit aloof.
Opening the door, she saw Leon in a white shirt, holding a shopping bag in each hand, filled with various ingredients and seasonings.
Seeing him, Isabella couldn't help but pout. "Why'd you come so late? I'm starving!"
"I hurried as much as I could. Luckily, no overtime today. Dinner will be ready in half an hour," Leon said, heading to the kitchen with the bags.
Isabella plopped down on the couch, watching Leon hustle in the kitchen.
Honestly, he cooked so fast, just like a professional chef.
She rested her chin in her hands, admiring his busy back, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. In her thirty years, no man had ever cooked for her.
Sure enough, half an hour later, a delicious plate of pasta was ready.
"Dig in," Leon said, sitting across from her and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Seeing this, Isabella handed him a tissue.
Leon hesitated for a moment but then took it and started wiping his forehead.
Isabella took a bite of the pasta and nodded. "This is amazing!"
The pasta was fantastic. Leon wasn't kidding; it was better than what she got at restaurants, and he didn't skimp on the ingredients.
Seeing her eat so happily, Leon smiled, his eyes softening.
Halfway through the meal, Isabella looked up and asked, "How come you, a guy, cook better than most women? And you're so quick. Do you cook often?"
Leon smirked. "The top chefs in the world are men. Women cook by the book, but men cook with creativity."
Listening to him, Isabella thought it made sense. She could cook, but she usually just followed her mom's recipes.
Leon added, "I really enjoy cooking. It's my hobby, so today you're in luck."
Isabella stared at him in surprise.
He was an executive at a listed company, probably making bank, and he had a hobby of cooking. That was rare.
"Are you done?" Leon asked, noticing her empty plate.
Isabella shyly handed her plate to him and smiled. "I want another!"
Leon raised an eyebrow, then took the plate and went to get more pasta. "You look so slim, but you can really eat!"
Blushing, Isabella retorted, "I usually eat light. It's just that your pasta is so good today. You should be grateful I'm appreciating your cooking, not complaining about how much I eat!"
Leon placed another plate of pasta in front of her. "I appreciate your support, okay?"
Isabella smiled and then dug into the pasta.
After finishing, she pushed the plate away.
Leon frowned. "I cooked for you, so shouldn't you wash the dishes?"
Isabella laughed. "Mr. Johnson, my leg is injured. You can't expect an injured person to wash dishes, can you?"
Leon glanced at her foot, frowned, and then got up to collect the dishes and headed to the kitchen.
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