Chapter 50
Before hitting the sack, Agnes shot a message in the group chat: [Remember to keep this a secret for me!]
Late at night, after wrapping up his game, Justin texted back: [Don't worry! I already sold the news to the media. By tomorrow morning, the whole world will know that Agnes is Leopold's wife!]
Half-asleep, Bella replied: [Don't bother me! Get lost!]
And just like that, the world went back to its usual quiet.
The next morning, staring at the high-end fashion in her closet, Agnes felt a pang of regret.
Why did she buy all these fancy clothes just for Leopold? Wouldn't it be better to just be herself?
She grabbed a crumpled casual outfit from the corner, threw it on, and slipped into a pair of white sneakers before heading downstairs.
Leopold had already finished breakfast and was scrolling through his tablet. When he saw her, he said, "From now on, wake up half an hour earlier."
"Why?" She sat at the table, took the porridge Eden handed her, and sipped it.
"So you won't stay up late," Leopold replied.
Feeling controlled again, Agnes's anger flared up, "What does it matter to you if I stay up late? Have I ever complained about you messing around with other women?"
Leopold suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze making her uneasy, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
"Do you care?" The women around him were just for show. If she cared, he would hold back.
Caught off guard, Agnes stammered, "I don't care! I don't care at all!" She said it to him and to herself.
Leopold went back to his tablet, saying nothing more.
Agnes stared at her porridge and muttered, "If you want to marry someone else, just let me know, and I'll step aside immediately!"
Leopold put down his tablet, walked over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
Eden was still busy in the kitchen, and Agnes blushed, struggling, "Eden is watching!"
He ignored her resistance and said, "I have no intention of marrying them. Being with them is just business, just for show, understand?"
"Okay! I understand!" With him explaining so closely, how could she not understand?
Leopold nodded in satisfaction and suddenly said, "You have porridge on the corner of your mouth!"
The change in topic caught her off guard, and she froze. Just as she was about to lick it off, he was quicker. He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned in, and kissed her.The topic switched too quickly, and she was momentarily stunned. Then she stuck out her tongue to lick the corner of her lips.
But he was faster. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head, and kissed her.
After breakfast, Agnes ignored Leopold, got on her motorcycle, and sped away.
Even at the traffic light a mile away from the villa, her face was still burning.
Leopold was too dangerous, and his flirting skills were top-notch.
A faint sound brought her attention back. An empty bottle was casually thrown out of a Lamborghini, rolled a few times, and stopped next to her motorcycle.
The red light had thirty seconds left.
She got off the motorcycle, picked up the empty bottle, and knocked on the luxury car's window. The window rolled down, revealing a woman wearing sunglasses in the passenger seat. From her attire, she seemed like a nouveau riche.
Golden waves cascaded down her back, her expensive clothes ruined by gaudy colors, and large hoop earrings hung by her ears.
The guy in the driver's seat looked about forty, and both of them stared at Agnes, clearly confused. She took a few steps back, tossed the empty bottle into the air, and then kicked it straight into the luxury car.
The bottle accidentally hit the woman's forehead, but Agnes didn't care.
"Hey, it's your problem if you don't have manners, but don't go embarrassing yourselves in public!" With only seconds left on the red light, she didn't give them a chance to respond. She quickly got back on her motorcycle, started the engine, and sped off.
At the school gate, the other four had been waiting for a while. Seeing her arrive on her motorcycle, they immediately gathered around.
Bella lightly patted Agnes's head, full of admiration, "You're Leopold's wife after all. Riding a motorcycle worth a thousand bucks doesn't seem fitting for your status, does it?"
Agnes took off her helmet and looked at her helplessly, "Don't forget, we picked out this motorcycle together. You loved it back then!"
Bella exaggeratedly said, "If I had known your status, how could I have gone with you to buy a motorcycle? Ferrari, Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, Maserati, you could pick any of them!"
Justin looked at Agnes with a flicker in his eyes, "Can you make it to the high school reunion tonight?"
Jeremy gently reminded, "We agreed a long time ago that even if you go, you don't have to drink. Will your husband let you go?"
Agnes couldn't help but roll her eyes, "If you keep this up, I'll really block you all!"
"Alright, no more jokes; go to class! Your husband teaches the next class!" Clara winked suggestively. Despite the many questions in her mind, the school gate wasn't the place to talk, so she had to suppress her curiosity for now.
Agnes shook her head, about to say something like "Don't keep calling him my husband, we haven't officially established our relationship yet," but then she remembered that they were already married. Forget it, she went to park her bike.
Clara and Jeremy went ahead. When they arrived at the multimedia classroom, it was already packed.
Fortunately, Clara had saved seats in advance. As they approached, two girls were arguing with Jeremy about why he had taken their seats.
Bella took the lead, sitting next to Clara, with Justin following closely behind. Agnes sat next to Justin, near the aisle.
She placed her textbook on the desk, leaned back in her chair, and glanced at the two girls who hadn't left yet, "Seats are first come, first served. What's there to argue about? If you're not happy, try kicking me out!"
"Agnes, we were here first. I just went to the restroom, and when I came back, Jeremy had taken the seats. Can we be reasonable?" Grace regretted not leaving a book to save her seat.
Agnes chuckled, "Grace, do you live in the restroom or something? You're always using it as an excuse! Last time at the store, you said you were going to the restroom, and now you’re saying it for seats again."
Grace's face changed slightly, and she finally left in frustration to find another seat.
As the class bell rang, the much-anticipated Leopold entered the classroom, habitually scanning the room. Seeing Agnes resting her chin on her hand, twirling a pen, he began the lecture with satisfaction.
This class was about scientific economics, and everyone was focused, including Agnes. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. She glanced at Leopold, who was engrossed in his lecture, and secretly took out her phone.
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