Chapter 62
"What?" Agnes was still in shock.
Before she could process it, Leopold grabbed her and kissed her hard.
He seemed pissed, his moves rough and dominating. Even with her martial arts skills, she couldn't push him off.
Soon enough, he had her pinned against the dining table. Worried she'd fall, she wrapped her arms around his neck, stuck dealing with his closeness.
After what felt like forever, he finally muttered, "I take back what I said."
"Huh?" Agnes mumbled, barely holding it together in his arms.
He looked down at her, and suddenly, she seemed different—more alluring. He always knew there was more to her than the innocent facade. Usually, she'd blush and get shy when he kissed her, but this time, she was almost too tempting, making him nearly lose control.
"I said if you sleep with me, I'll give you freedom. But now, I want to change the deal," Leopold said.
She never thought the always decisive Leopold would backtrack.
His hands roamed more boldly, and his voice got even huskier. "You're such a little temptress!"
Temptress? Her? Agnes almost laughed out loud. No one had ever called her that. Was Leopold losing it?
"If you make love with me, I'll give you everything you want," Leopold said.
What did she want? Before, she would've said, "A divorce," without a second thought.
But lately, that idea had weirdly faded.
She shook her head. Honestly, without the divorce obsession, she didn't know what she wanted.
Leopold took it as a no.
Agnes suddenly remembered the humiliation on the cruise ship, where Leopold said she wasn't worth twenty million dollars. Leaning against him, she said sadly, "Remember when you said I wasn't worth twenty million dollars? So, what can you give me, Leopold?"
Leopold chuckled silently; Agnes held grudges! He gave her a light kiss, "You're right, you're not worth twenty million dollars."
Sure enough, he saw the anger flare in her eyes. Leopold's eyes softened as he rubbed her head, "But you're priceless. How about two billion dollars, twenty billion dollars, all for you?"
Agnes was stunned. What was Leopold saying? Twenty billion dollars? Was he serious?
"Agnes, if you want wealth, I'll give you twenty billion dollars, okay?" Money meant nothing to him. If she wanted it, he'd give her more.
Besides, they were married; what was his was hers. It didn't matter who held it.
Did she seem that money-hungry to him? A strange bitterness filled her. When the tension eased a bit, she suddenly pushed him away.
Leopold looked confused, and then Agnes stood tall, defending her dignity, "Leopold, not everyone is as money-driven as you think. Maybe you can measure me by money, but to me, I'm priceless. If I don't like you, even a hundred billion dollars won't make me stay! If I like you, even if you have nothing, I'd still be with you. Sorry to disappoint you. If you don't get it, then there's no point in continuing this marriage!"
If she truly loved money, why would she take only a small portion of the living expenses he provided, and why would she actively propose a divorce?
Agnes would never know how captivating she was to Leopold at that moment. What drew him in wasn't her lack of love for money but her pride and confidence.
Leopold couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Agnes, still young and not quite grasping his thoughts, felt a sting from his sudden laughter. She thought he was mocking her. To prove her point, she glared at him fiercely, "What's so funny? Let's go to the court now and get a divorce. I won't bother you again."
Leopold's passionate kiss cut her off mid-sentence.
He had never met anyone like Agnes—sometimes cold, sometimes fiery, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, sometimes seductive, sometimes shy, and often just plain adorable.
Finally breaking free from his grip, she puffed her cheeks and demanded, "Leopold, what do you mean?"
Ignoring her resistance, Leopold pulled her into another embrace, gently patting her back and soothing her with a deep voice, "Don't worry; I won't force you again unless you want it."
His promise made her feel a bit better, but she was still upset because he hadn't even apologized.
Agnes snorted, grabbed her bag, and started to leave.
Watching her walk away, Leopold felt a mix of helplessness. He had promised there wouldn't be a next time, so why was she still so mad?
He quickly caught up to her, firmly grasping her hand despite her protests, and pulled her into the elevator. "The task for today isn't done yet. I'll go with you."
"What task?" she asked.
Leopold didn't answer, leading her straight to the first floor of Dubhe. In the morning, Agnes had only stopped at the store entrance, but this time, she couldn't escape and was led directly into the men's underwear section by Leopold.
Several salespeople, seeing it was Leopold, immediately rushed over, "Good afternoon, Mr. Neville!"
Leopold nodded slightly, pushing Agnes forward, "Go ahead, I'll wait here." With that, he sat on the sofa, leisurely sipping the coffee handed to him while flipping through the product catalog.
Surrounded by men's items, Agnes awkwardly smiled at the salespeople and then pretended to look around nonchalantly.
When her eyes landed on a pair of bright red underwear, the awkwardness on her face instantly disappeared, and she ran to Leopold to ask, "Whatever I buy, you'll wear, right?"
Leopold glanced at her, catching the mischief in her eyes, and sighed inwardly, "Yes."
Agnes excitedly turned to leave, but Leopold added, "Not the bright red ones."
His words thwarted Agnes's prank; she had indeed planned to buy the bright red ones! Agnes muttered, "Alright then!"
She casually picked up a pair of black underwear, glanced at the elegant Leopold on the sofa, and thought it didn't suit his style.
She then switched to a gray one, still shaking her head. It still didn't match.
At this moment, a salesperson quietly asked, "What's your relationship with Mr. Neville?"
Agnes responded with an innocent smile, "You should ask him!"
The salesperson was speechless; if she had the courage to ask Leopold, she wouldn't be guessing here.
Finally, at the checkout counter, Agnes reluctantly swiped her card. Three pairs of underwear, six thousand dollars—she never knew there were underwear more expensive than gold.
It was said that the underwear she bought had won an international design award. If she weren't worried about displeasing Leopold, she would never have bought them.
She returned to Leopold with the shopping bag. Leopold was obviously satisfied, stood up, took the bag, and naturally held her hand as they left the store.
Watching Leopold walking ahead, Agnes couldn't help but ask, "Leopold, didn't you always handle these things yourself before? Why did you want me to buy them?"
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