Chapter 32 Cast aside All Her Love for him
Leopold barged into the room, yanked open the wardrobe, and then made a beeline for Camilla's walk-in closet. All those designer bags, clothes, watches, and jewelry he’d given her? Still there, all lined up like soldiers.
Not a single thing was gone.
His eyes locked onto a cherry bracelet, and his breath hitched, eyes blazing.
He remembered it clear as day—it was a birthday gift from their third year together, which he’d brought back from abroad.
"Cherry" sounded like "cherish," and it was his way of saying she was his number one.
She used to love it, wore it all the time. But now, she’d left it behind, like she was tossing their love in the trash.
Leopold slumped onto the bed.
It hit him—Camilla wasn’t just throwing a fit. She meant every word.
She really wanted to break up.
Mira heard a loud crash from downstairs, shivered, and bolted upstairs.
Just as she got to the door, she almost bumped into Leopold, who was storming out of the closet with a face like thunder.
"Mr. Wipere!"
She called out, wanting to ask what was up, but he just walked off without a glance.
Turning her head, she almost lost it.
The walk-in closet was a disaster zone. The pricey jewelry cabinet was smashed, clothes with tags still on were everywhere, and the carpet looked like a war zone.
She’d just cleaned the kitchen and tossed out some spoiled porridge, and now she had to deal with this mess.
Mira was gutted.
The club was a neon nightmare, tacky tunes blaring, and people in skimpy outfits going wild on the dance floor. In the corner, Leopold was drinking solo.
He’d ordered a bottle of whiskey and was downing it like it was water, more venting than drinking.
The dim light hit his face, his sharp features looking even more intense and mysterious.
Women passing by couldn’t resist his vibe, ignoring the cold aura, and tried to cozy up.
"Drinking alone is so dull, let me join you."
The woman had on an off-the-shoulder top, leaning in to show off her assets. Any normal guy would’ve taken a second look.
But Leopold just shot her a cold glare and said, "Beat it!"
His stare was so intense it sent chills down her spine, and she quickly backed off.
After shooing away the pest, Leopold kept drinking.
The whiskey bottle was soon empty. He raised his hand to call the waiter and suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
He went nuts and chased after her, grabbing the woman’s arm from behind.
She turned around, saw a handsome guy, and her initial anger melted into a sweet smile as she leaned in, "Hey gorgeous, what's up?"
Leopold realized he’d made a mistake. He frowned and let go. Camilla would never be so forward.
"Sorry, wrong person."
The woman pouted, muttering as she watched him walk away, "Turning down a freebie, is he even a man?"
This place was too chaotic; he couldn’t take it anymore. Leopold downed the last of his drink, grabbed his coat, and bailed.
Just as he was about to hit the door, someone called out.
"Leopold!"
Simon clapped him on the shoulder from behind, all excited. "When did you get here? Why didn’t you give us a heads-up? We got a room upstairs, come have a drink with us!"
Leopold rubbed his temples, "No, you guys go ahead."
Watching him leave, Simon was puzzled.
He thought, 'Leopold never misses these hangouts. Did he patch things up with Camilla? That made sense; just reconciled, he couldn’t be out partying.'
"Simon, what are you staring at? We’re waiting for you."
Someone called from the stairs.
Simon shook his head, stopped overthinking it, and went back to the crew.
It was already 10 PM when he got back to the villa.
His room and the walk-in closet were all tidied up by Mira, and all of Camilla’s stuff was neatly arranged.
He turned and headed to the study.
The bookshelves were packed with biology books.
Even though Camilla didn’t finish grad school, she never slacked off. She’d spend whole days in the study whenever she had time, and these books were all hers.
Camilla would sometimes brag about which books were out of print, which ones she’d found original copies of and painstakingly categorized. She always had that bright smile when talking about her achievements.
Leopold’s gaze darkened as he looked at the wall of books, then his eyes deepened, and he smirked.
Leopold went downstairs and found Mira, who had just taken out the trash and was about to leave. "Lend me your phone."
Mira instantly got defensive, "Mr. Wipere, you broke my phone last time."
"Didn’t you buy a new one?"
Mira was silent.
"Hand it over."
"I just bought it!" It would hurt if it got broken!
Leopold said, "I’ll have someone send you two of the latest models later."
"Okay!" Mira immediately handed over the phone with a big smile.
With the phone in hand, he turned and called Camilla.
This time, before Camilla could speak, he said, "Since you said you wanted a clean break, please take away the trash you left in the study. I’ll give you one day. If you don’t move it by tomorrow, I’ll have it thrown out."
Camilla was stunned at first, then quickly realized that the "trash" he was referring to were the professional books left in the study.
"Okay."
With that, Camilla hung up the phone.
Leopold held the phone, listening to the silence on the other end, his lips tightening more and more.
The books were heavy, which would be hard to move by herself, so she called Juniper.
"Juniper, are you free tomorrow? I have some books at Leopold’s villa. Can you drive over and help me move them?"
Juniper naturally agreed without hesitation, "Sure, you put so much effort into those books. Leaving them with that jerk would be a waste. I’ll drive over to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Okay."
However, the next day, she didn’t see Juniper but instead saw Sebastian.
Sebastian usually wore shirts and dress pants, giving off a scholarly vibe. Today, he was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and light blue jeans, with soft hair naturally falling over his forehead, looking like a fresh-faced college student.
"Why is it you? Where’s Juniper?" Camilla couldn’t help but be surprised.
"Overslept, asked me to come help you out."
Camilla was silent.
If she guessed right, Juniper must have partied too hard last night and couldn’t get up today.
She thought, 'Oh well, better than nothing.'
"Thanks for your help."
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