Chapter 150

After Gerald finished his tantrum, Leopold spoke calmly, "She is not a woman of unknown origin. I will decide my own marriage. How you explain it to the Woods Family is your own business and has nothing to do with me!"

His attitude made Gerald's blood pressure skyrocket. Hearing him rummaging for his blood pressure medication, Leopold closed his eyes.

After taking the medication, Gerald finally calmed down, "Divorce! You must get a divorce!"

Leopold's voice turned colder, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Last month, I was still discussing your marriage with Elaine Woods with Keith Woods. Elaine grew up with you. You are 28 years old this year, and she is 27. Try to get married before you both turn 30." Gerald seemed completely unaware that Leopold was already married and continued to urge him.

"If you like Elaine so much, why don't you marry her yourself and spare my mom some suffering."

"Bastard! You ungrateful son!" The call suddenly ended, and Leopold didn't need to guess to know that Gerald had probably smashed his phone. Over the years, Gerald had broken enough phones to open a phone store.

If he guessed correctly, Gerald would have a complete meltdown next. Leopold quickly dialed his mother Teresa's number, and after a while, the call connected.

"Leopold, why are you still up so late?" Although Teresa was far from Gerald, the sound of things being smashed could still be faintly heard.

"Mom, I'll have my assistant come pick you up. You can stay at my place for now, and we'll go back home together after New Year's." Leopold had several houses in Beacon City. If Teresa stayed there, Gerald wouldn't be able to take out his anger on her.

Teresa wiped her tears and tried to smile, "It's okay, Leopold. I'm safe in my room. You don't need to worry too much. As long as you live well, I'm at ease."

Leopold closed his eyes in frustration and said in a deep voice, "After all these years, haven't you had enough of his temper? Do you have to wait until your depression becomes severe before you leave?"

A few years ago, Teresa had developed mild depression because of Gerald. Leopold had discovered it by accident and found a doctor to treat her, which had improved her condition. But living with Gerald for a long time caused her depression to relapse, and it still hadn't fully recovered.

Although Leopold had given Teresa the keys to a villa long ago, urging her to move out, she had always refused. The Neville Family was well-known both domestically and internationally, and she was afraid of bringing shame to the family.

"No, Leopold, your father and I..."

"Start packing now. I'll send someone to pick you up." With that, Leopold hung up the phone and immediately contacted his assistant at the Beacon City branch, instructing them to bring Teresa over.

Looking at the night outside, Leopold slowly lit a cigarette. After a moment, he remembered something and picked up his phone from the table, opening WhatsApp to find Agnes's Facebook.

Her Facebook never disappointed him, with new updates every day. Just now, she had posted a new update, showing her cute new pedicure and a glass of red wine: Love comes too fast, like a tornado.

Love comes too fast, Leopold smiled slightly. Even before he knew Agnes, he had a premonition that if he didn't win her over, he would eventually fall in love with her.

Sure enough, he not only fell in love with Agnes but also did so willingly and wholeheartedly.

He continued scrolling through her previous updates. Agnes shared every detail of her life on Facebook. At some point, every one of her updates started mentioning him.

For example, today, and the last time they were on their way back from Oceancrest City after dropping off Cherie, they took a photo holding hands: Want to walk with you like this until we grow old.

His earlier frustration vanished instantly.

Putting out the cigarette and leaving the study, Leopold returned to the bedroom and saw Agnes hiding under the covers, chatting away on her phone.

He pulled her out from under the covers, half-pressing her beneath him, and gently kissed her hair, "Smells so good."

"Of course, I'm using ZL Group's top-notch shower gel and body lotion. How could it not smell good?" Agnes squirmed away, feeling ticklish.

"Mm, I'll reward the design team tomorrow!"

"You're so extravagant!"

"Your hair isn't dry yet," he said.

"Yeah, I know. I did it on purpose." Her hair was long and thick, and she had no patience to dry it.

Leopold raised an eyebrow, "Then leave it to me."

He wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her to face him. Agnes moved to the edge of the bed to avoid getting the sheets wet, then smiled and hooked her arms around his neck, "Are you going to dry my hair for me?"

He smiled slightly, "Sure, but I need a little reward first."

Seeing the obvious affection in his eyes, Agnes immediately struggled, "No, no, I'll dry it myself."

"Trying to run?" Leopold didn't stop her, watching as she got up and walked to the bathroom, following her at a leisurely pace.

In the bathroom

Agnes picked up the hairdryer and noticed Leopold had followed her in. She waved the hairdryer, "I'm really here to dry my hair, really. You go to bed first."

Leopold took the hairdryer from her. Thinking he was going to help, Agnes obediently turned her back to him, not forgetting to remind him, "The cord is a bit short, stay close to the outlet."

Unexpectedly, Leopold put the hairdryer aside, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and blew a breath in her ear, "The cord may be short, but I'm not."

Agnes's face instantly turned red. She slapped his hand and shooed him away, "Don't delay me, go away."

Leopold didn't waste any more words, directly lifting her to the sink and starting his actions.

The next morning

When Bella called to invite Agnes for a shopping trip, Leopold had already gone to the office, and she was still sound asleep in bed. With New Year's approaching, Leopold had given the yoga instructor and Rebecca a holiday at her request, allowing her to enjoy a few leisurely days.

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