Chapter 29
Agnes heard Leopold and got all jittery. "No, seriously, I'm here to apologize. I am wrong, always going against you without thinking." Ever since Leopold moved back to the villa, he went from being a snarky rogue to this elder who had everything under control. She kept reminding herself that she couldn't just do whatever she wanted anymore. She had to get along with him to make things smoother in the future.
Before she could finish, Leopold cut her off, "Enough, go back! Stay out of the kitchen!" He wiped his mouth with a napkin, all classy-like.
Even though she didn't get it, Agnes pushed down the weird feeling in her gut and said, "Okay, got it. Sorry for the trouble!" She quickly packed up the lunchbox.
At the office door, Agnes turned back and asked, "Leopold, can you sign the divorce papers?"
"So, you played nice all day just for this?" Sure enough, Agnes had a hidden agenda! She had to want something from him.
Since he saw right through her, Agnes stood tall, "Yeah, what else?" If it weren't for the past stuff, she might've been grateful to Leopold. After all, he had her back for three years.
But those past incidents wiped out any gratitude she had!
Leopold sneered, "I told you, if you want a divorce, go ask Grandpa. If he agrees, I'll sign!"
Agnes rushed back to the desk, fighting the urge to slam it, and said, "You know Grandpa's still in a coma. How am I supposed to get his okay?" This was clearly making things hard for her!
"That's your problem! Not mine. Get out!" Leopold said.
Seeing his warning look, Agnes had no choice but to leave.
As the office door closed, Leopold's eyes showed a mix of emotions, and the air still had a faint burnt smell.
Leopold irritably lit a cigarette, opened the window to air out the burnt smell, and called Dennis in, "Get me another detailed report on Agnes!"
"Agnes?" Dennis looked puzzled.
Leopold gave him a cold stare, pulled out the marriage document from the drawer, and tossed it on the desk in front of him.
Dennis's face went from confused to shocked. So, the girl Leopold had been watching during the marathon and the girl who just came in were the same person—Leopold's wife?
Agnes slowly got into her old BMW, and the driver, Tyler Scott, a retired soldier in his fifties, saw her downcast face and smiled, "Agnes, did Mr. Neville eat the food?"
Agnes shook her head, disappointed, closed the car door, and put the lunchbox aside.
Tyler, hearing this, turned back and smiled to comfort her, "Mr. Neville must've already eaten!"
Agnes didn't say anything, thinking about Leopold's reaction earlier. She looked at the lunchbox beside her, opened it, and used a fork to take a piece of roast chicken and put it in her mouth.
She immediately grabbed several napkins and spat out the roast chicken.
Tyler smiled at Agnes, who was about the same age as his daughter, and understood why Leopold hadn't eaten her cooking.
Was this really her cooking?
Agnes stared in shock at the burnt food in the lunchbox, finally getting what Leopold meant.
Leopold probably thought she was trying to poison him! Agnes looked at the burn marks on her hand from cooking earlier, feeling defeated. She had gotten burned for nothing.
Around ten at night, Leopold arrived at the villa, wearily rubbing his temple. In the dim light, he changed into slippers and headed upstairs.
"Leopold." A soft voice came from the kitchen door not far away.
The sudden voice startled Leopold, making his face go pale. Seeing Agnes at the kitchen door, he frowned.
"Why are you up in the middle of the night, scaring me?" He scolded, making Agnes feel wronged. Did Leopold mean she scared him?
Thinking of this possibility, she suppressed the urge to laugh, pretended to be upset, and walked over from the kitchen door, holding a cup of warm milk. She knew Leopold was coming back soon, so she came downstairs to warm some milk for him. Unexpectedly, he arrived just as the milk was ready.
"Leopold, I warmed some milk for you!" She innocently handed the milk to Leopold.
Leopold looked at Agnes's innocent eyes, feeling a headache coming on, "Why didn't you turn on the light to warm the milk?" Was Agnes warming milk for him? He really doubted if it was poisoned!
Agnes looked even more innocent, "The kitchen light was on; I just turned it off when you came in."
Leopold looked speechlessly at Agnes. He bet she didn't have the guts to poison him! He took the milk from her hand and drank it without a word.
"Wait," Agnes said.
Leopold quickly spat the milk into the nearby trash can, scaring Agnes, who hurriedly took the remaining half cup of milk from his hand.
She had wanted to remind Leopold that the milk was hot, but before she could say anything, he had already drunk it.
Leopold, with a darkened face, took a few big steps to the dining table, grabbed some napkins, and wiped his mouth. Pointing at Agnes, whose face was red from holding back laughter, he sternly ordered, "Go upstairs and sleep now!"
Agnes opened her mouth, swallowing back the words about signing the divorce papers. She tried hard to suppress her laughter, pouted, and pretended to be aggrieved as she put the milk on the dining table and went upstairs to her room.
Leopold watched her back, looked at the half cup of milk, took a deep breath, and then followed her upstairs.
In her room, Agnes was overjoyed for a long time because she had unintentionally pranked Leopold.
As the night wore on, Agnes tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Countless thoughts tangled in her mind. How could she get Leopold to agree to the divorce?
Leopold was hard to deal with, whether she opposed him or tried to please him!
Hearing the faint sound of a door closing next door, she looked at the time; it was almost 1 AM.
Did Leopold work this hard every day? Maybe she could buy him a gift tomorrow to please him. Maybe if he was happy, he would sign the papers?
Thinking of this, Agnes finally felt at ease, messaged Clara and Bella about going shopping together, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, at seven, Leopold arrived on time at the dining table, and Eden quickly brought over the prepared breakfast.
"Eden," Leopold called out to Eden, who was about to leave.
"Mr. Neville," Eden replied.
Leopold thought for a moment, "Did she make the food herself yesterday?"
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