Chapter 184
Agnes continued, "I know everyone has their own limits. I hope you can watch your behavior a bit in the future. I shouldn't have to teach you these principles, right? Especially with Lydia. This time, I'm letting it go for your sake, but if she brings up my parents again and says things she shouldn't, I won't let it slide!"
After saying this, Agnes turned and went upstairs without hesitation, leaving Tiffany standing there, angry but speechless.
She returned to her room, took a hot shower, and changed into clean clothes. Just as she was about to relax, her phone rang. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, and she frowned slightly, not knowing why Michael called her at this hour.
Feeling down, she didn't bother to answer. Soon, a text message popped up.
Michael: [I'm in Beacon City. I have something important to discuss with you.]
Agnes felt a sinking feeling. Michael was in Beacon City? She suppressed her anxiety and typed a message back: [Why are you here? What's so important?]
Michael replied quickly: [Let's talk in person. If you don't come, I'll go straight to the Neville Manor to find you.]
She was stunned, realizing he was threatening her.
With no other choice, she called Leopold, "I want to go out for a bit."
"Okay, I'll have the driver take you," Leopold's voice was as gentle as ever on the other end of the line.
"Leopold..." She hesitated, wanting to tell him she was meeting Michael, but knowing his possessiveness, she decided against it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. When will you be back tonight?"
Leopold chuckled, "Since you're so concerned about me, I'll come back early."
Surprisingly, Agnes didn't retort this time. Instead, she obediently replied, "Okay."
Brookside Road.
At Brookside Road, Agnes had the driver drop her off at an intersection and walked alone to the café where she was meeting Michael.
When she arrived, Michael was already seated. He raised his hand slightly to signal her.
The winter in Beacon City was particularly cold, especially after coming from the warm environment of the Neville Manor. Agnes felt chilled to the bone. She took off her hat and scarf, unzipped her down jacket, and sat down across from him, ordering a latte.
Neither of them spoke. Michael leaned back on the sofa, his gaze never leaving her. He watched her thank the waiter as she took her coffee, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Feeling uncomfortable in the silent atmosphere, Agnes broke the ice, "Mr. Wright, I'm here now. What do you want to say?"
His tone was not questioning, just certain. "You're married to Leopold."
Agnes nodded, "Yes."
Even though he already knew the answer, hearing her confirm it made Michael's heartache uncontrollably.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, "You know the business world is abuzz with talk of the Neville Family and the Woods Family's alliance, right? Everyone thought Leopold would marry the Woods Family's daughter. They are a perfect match. Even Gerald publicly stated that the Woods Family's daughter was the ideal choice for Leopold's wife."
Hearing this, Agnes felt a pang of bitterness. She finally understood where Gerald's hostility towards her came from. She was just an unexpected interloper.
"I know all of this," She said firmly, holding her coffee, "but Leopold and I truly love each other. These external opinions won't be an obstacle."
"And what about Tiffany?" Michael asked calmly, "Haven't you noticed she likes that Lydia, who has no blood relation to her?"
She had noticed long ago. Lydia was Tiffany's most favored younger relative, but Agnes didn't care, "That's not a problem either. As long as Leopold and I are steadfast, we can overcome any difficulty."
Defeated by her determination, Michael's tone softened with resignation, "Alright, but you have to tell me, why did you lie to me?"
"Lie to you?" Agnes was puzzled, "What did I lie to you about?"
Michael smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I always thought you would marry Kevin. Why didn't you deny it?" Michael felt like a joke, being played for a fool by everyone.
Agnes smiled faintly, "Given our current relationship, who I marry has nothing to do with you." Her words were cold, a merciless rejection that cut into Michael's heart like a knife. He leaned forward and grabbed her hand on the table, "Agnes."
"Michael, let go of me!" Agnes reacted strongly, trying to pull her hand back.
Michael didn't let go, instead gripping her hand tighter and pulling it closer to him, taking a deep breath, "Agnes, don't be like this, okay?"
Agnes looked around and realized they were the only ones in the café. She raised her voice, "Let go of me! Or I'll really get angry!"
Michael looked up at her, his tone low, "Haven't you already turned against me?" Realizing she was truly angry, Michael finally softened his tone, "I'll let go, but please don't leave, okay?"
Agnes gritted her teeth and finally nodded. As soon as Michael released her, she called the waiter, "Bring me a wet towel."
Seeing the disgust on her face, Michael couldn't help but wipe his own face, showing a bitter smile.
Agnes wiped her hand and asked calmly, "What do you want to say? Just get to the point."
Michael looked at her, his face showing concern, "Is Leopold good to you? Is there some kind of deal between you two? Agnes, knowing you married him, I'm really worried about you."
Agnes chuckled lightly, her tone full of sarcasm, "Sorry to disappoint you, but he's very good to me. There's no deal between us; we truly love each other. Do you understand? Well, maybe you don't, since you've never truly loved anyone."
Thinking back to their breakup, wasn't it because he looked down on her and flaunted his relationship with a rich girl in front of her every day? How could Michael possibly have truly loved her?
"Agnes, there was a reason for our breakup," Michael sighed, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Agnes was taken aback, "Was there a reason? Wasn't I good enough for you?"
Michael shook his head, "It's not that you weren't good to me. You were very good to me, but Agnes, we dated for two years, and you wouldn't even let me hold your hand or kiss you. Don't you think that's unfair?"
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with suppressed pain. In two years of dating, the only thing he had kissed was Agnes's cheek, nothing more.
Agnes smiled awkwardly, "I was young back then." She hadn't even been an adult yet, and being able to date Michael was already quite open-minded.
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