Chapter 45
At the slightly ajar door, Leopold, who was about to knock, quietly withdrew his hand.
Justin had just arrived at the bar when he saw it was her calling. He found a quiet spot to answer, "Work? Are you really planning to work?"
"Yeah, I'm out of pocket money. If I don't start working, I won't have any money for food." She had thought she could last another two months, but Leopold had made her treat everyone to ice cream, leaving her very strapped for cash.
"You're out of money?" Justin was surprised and was about to ask more when his friends called out to him. He had to say, "Alright, I'll get back to you tomorrow."
"Okay, then," She hesitated to say the next part, feeling embarrassed as she had never asked before.
Justin, puzzled, said, "Agnes, you're stammering, which isn't like you. Just say it; you're making me anxious."
Agnes rolled her eyes at the air, "Alright, lend me a thousand dollars. I'll pay you back once I get a job and get my paycheck!"
At that moment, Agnes felt impulsive. Why didn't she wait until she graduated and could earn money before bringing up the divorce?
Now, she not only had to look for a job everywhere but also had to borrow money.
But once words were spoken, they couldn't be taken back.
Justin, still shocked, was urged by his friends and had to quickly agree, "Alright, I'll transfer it to you right away."
Shortly after the call ended, a text message notification sounded, and her bank account had an extra thousand dollars.
She quickly thanked him on WhatsApp: [ I received the thousand dollars, Justin. Thank you so much!]
Just as she sent the message, there was a knock on the door. She guessed who it was, quickly put away her phone, jumped off the bed, and walked briskly to the door, opening it respectfully, "Hello, Leopold!"
Leopold seemed to have just returned, with a black suit draped over his arm and a neatly tied tie at the collar of his white shirt. He glanced at her and said indifferently, "Bring your French book. I'll be waiting in the study."
After saying that, he turned and left.
When Agnes entered the study with her French book, Leopold was standing by the window with a lit cigarette between his fingers and his figure tall and straight.
The open collar revealed a corner of his solid chest, and in the night light, the scene was so beautiful that Agnes couldn't help but swallow.
Seeing her come in, Leopold exhaled a puff of smoke, strode to the ashtray, and stubbed out the cigarette, "Sit!"
Agnes looked around and slowly sat down on the sofa.
Leopold sat down beside her, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.
His deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "How's your French? I need to test you. From now on, we'll communicate entirely in French."
Agnes looked bewildered. Could she communicate in French? Her basics were poor, and the few French phrases she knew were just for emergencies when traveling abroad.
Leopold spoke a long string of fluent French that sounded pleasant. Even though Agnes was bad at French, she could tell his pronunciation was perfect. Unfortunately, she only understood a few words, "Tout d'abord, vous devez faire attention."
After Leopold finished speaking, Agnes straightened up, cleared her throat, and continued speaking in her broken French.
The more she spoke, the tighter Leopold's brow furrowed.
When she finally stammered to a stop, Leopold's fingers pressed harder on the book as if only by doing so could he restrain the urge to strangle her.
Agnes didn't notice the cold aura he was emitting and instead playfully winked at him.
Leopold stared at her expressionlessly and said word by word, "A partir de maintenant, je vais t'apprendre."
She was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Seeing her readily agree, he thought she understood and continued, "Ensuite, apprends avec moi."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment but eventually nodded.
Leopold lightly tapped the book with his index finger, his tone hinting at impatience, "T'es un imbécile?"
"Imbécile?" The word sounded familiar, but she couldn't recall its exact meaning.
This time, she didn't hesitate at all and nodded directly. She found that nodding seemed to be a convenient solution.
Leopold closed his eyes, took out his phone, opened a translation app, input the French he had just spoken, and showed her the screen after translating it.
Agnes took the phone in confusion, and the screen displayed Leopold's earlier words.
In English, it was translated as: [Are you an idiot?]
She had just nodded!
'Idiot? He's the big idiot! He's a twenty-eight-year-old big idiot!' Agnes's face turned red with shame and anger. Finally, she pushed the book away, and stood up from the sofa, "I'm not learning anymore! You did that on purpose!"
She tried to leave but was tightly grabbed by a large hand. With a forceful pull, she was yanked back onto the sofa, losing her balance and falling to the side.
She let out a startled cry, and just as she was about to fall, her right hand quickly grabbed his shirt.
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