Chapter 281 Better Not
Everything familiar in front of him was filled with irony.
Why did he say those things back then? He just did whatever he wanted, completely unaware of Camilla's despair at the time. In just a year, Camilla had started college and embraced a new life, while he was still caught up in the past.
Leopold gripped his wine glass so tightly that his fingertips turned white. Suddenly, he gave a bitter smile. He had been so resolute when he broke up, and now he regretted it so much.
Seeing this, Oliver couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't persuade him, so he could only drink with him. "Come on, Leopold, I'll drink with you."
Before long, Leopold was drunk.
Oliver drove him back to the villa. All the way, Leopold kept his eyes closed, but his mouth kept shouting, "Camilla, don't leave me!"
Oliver felt really bad seeing this. He had watched Leopold and Camilla come this far, how did it end up like this?
Oliver helped Leopold to the bedroom. Leaving him like this felt a bit irresponsible.
After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Mira, are you back at the old house? Can you come to the villa now?"
Half an hour later, Mira appeared with dark circles under her eyes and a stern face.
Oliver had already smoked two cigarettes. Seeing her, his eyes lit up. "Mira, you're finally here!"
Mira glanced at the bed and was speechless. "Drunk again?"
Oliver coughed lightly. "He's in a bad mood today. Can you take care of him?"
After saying that, he was ready to slip away.
Mira stopped him. "Wait."
Oliver was puzzled.
"There's a trash can in the room."
Oliver looked confused. "I know, so what?"
"Don't throw cigarette butts around next time!"
Oliver looked embarrassed. "I'll be careful next time."
Leopold was already dead drunk. After Oliver left, Mira covered him with a blanket, tucked him in, and then went to the kitchen to make some hangover soup.
When she returned, she found that Leopold had rolled off the bed onto the floor. Mira's face turned dark.
In the end, she could only sigh, resigned to her fate, and put the hangover soup aside. Then she dragged and pulled Leopold back onto the bed.
Next, she brought the hangover soup over and fed it to Leopold.
Halfway through, Leopold's mouth was tightly shut. Mira tried several times but couldn't get it in. Seeing her hard-earned hangover soup about to go to waste, she steeled herself and pinched his cheeks to force it down.
Mira was meticulous. She felt Leopold's forehead and noticed it was a bit warm, so she immediately went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and placed it on his forehead.
Leopold, in a daze, felt a cool sensation on his forehead. He tried hard to open his eyes but couldn't.
He remembered that every time he came back drunk, Camilla would always stay by his side. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with longing and grabbed that hand tightly. "Camilla, please don't leave me. I love you!"
Mira was shocked! No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her hand away. She was helpless and thought, 'Is this what life is supposed to be? Getting paid a servant's wage and acting as a psychologist—why should this be my concern?!'
"Sir, calm down. I'm Mira!"
"Camilla, I know you're still angry, but how can you compare yourself to Mira? Camilla, I won't let you belittle yourself."
Mira was speechless. There was no need to make her sound so useless.
Leopold kept calling out Camilla's name.
Mira lost her patience. "Stop talking nonsense!" After saying that, she slapped Leopold on the head.
Realizing what she had done, Mira was startled, but after a few seconds, she was relieved to see Leopold immediately let go.
Mira ran out as fast as she could. Back in her small utility room bedroom, she tossed and turned, feeling both angry and worried. There was no way she could go back to the old house tonight. Was Camilla really not coming back? Who would take care of Leopold in the future? It was so frustrating.
She finally fell asleep, but in the middle of the night, she suddenly sat up in shock. Out of concern, she struggled to crawl out of bed, left the utility room, went up to the second floor, and quietly opened the master bedroom door.
The next second, a foul stench hit her, nearly making her vomit. She took a closer look and saw a huge puddle of vomit on the floor by the bed, while the culprit, Leopold, was fast asleep!
Mira wailed inwardly, 'Oh God, are you really going to take my life now?'
The next day, Leopold got up early. He shaved, put on a suit, and cleaned himself up, looking like a completely different person from the drunkard last night.
Mira had already made some porridge.
Not because she was diligent, but because every time Leopold got drunk, he would ask in the morning, "Mira, make some porridge."
This time, Mira had learned to anticipate.
Just as she was about to bring the porridge to the master bedroom, she saw Leopold coming down the stairs.
"Sir, are you going out? I made some porridge."
Leopold looked at the bowl of millet porridge, dazed for a couple of seconds, then gently shook his head and said calmly, "I'm not hungry. From now on, you don't need to make porridge specially." After saying that, he walked out the door.
In the coffee shop, Camilla had been waiting for less than five minutes when she looked up and saw Leopold getting out of the car, who was wearing a dark blue suit with a long coat over it. The straight, sharp lines of the cut made his broad shoulders and narrow waist stand out even more. He entered the shop, walked over to her, and sat down.
Camilla sensed that something was off about him today. She had received a call from Leopold early that morning. "Camilla, I mean what I say. Bring the documents, and I'll sign them."
At that moment, Camilla's anxiety eased, and she let out a long breath. "Okay."
Sitting in the shop, she had mentally prepared herself for Leopold to make more demands or even deliberately make things difficult. But to her surprise, Leopold took the pen and documents, quickly browsed through them, and signed without hesitation.
"Building a lab from scratch isn't easy. I hope everything goes smoothly. If possible, send me an invitation when the lab is completed."
Camilla replied, "Thank you."
Leopold gave a bitter smile. "I didn't do well before, so I lost you. Now that I want to make amends, it's already too late. Although I know you want to draw a clear line between us, I still want to ask: if we can't be lovers, can we still be friends?"
Camilla lowered her eyes. After a while, she said gently, "Better not."
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