Chapter 73
It was super late, and Agnes was yawning as she scrolled through Facebook for the millionth time. One comment from a stranger caught her eye: [Keep going! Dreams will come true!]
Curious, she clicked on the stranger's profile and found a post about financial advice.
Who was this person?
Without giving it much thought, she closed Facebook and switched over to Twitter, chatting with other women who were into Leopold.
But every time she said something negative about Leopold, his fans would go nuts. They were intense.
By the time Leopold got home, she was already out cold. The next morning, Agnes woke up needing to use the bathroom and realized she was snuggled up in his arms.
Not thinking much of it, she rushed to the bathroom.
When she got back, he was still asleep. Half-asleep herself, she didn't bother being quiet and slipped back under the covers.
In a sleepy haze, she cuddled back into his warm embrace and drifted off again.
Leopold looked at the sleeping Agnes, rubbed his tired forehead, and gave a wry smile.
Agnes had a dream—or more like a nightmare.
First, she was kissed, then harassed in all sorts of ways. Just as she started to calm down, Grace's shadow appeared.
Waking up in a panic, she didn't bother with her scattered pajamas and quickly threw on some clothes to run downstairs. Leopold was enjoying breakfast and asked calmly when he saw her disheveled appearance, "What's up?"
Catching her breath, Agnes blurted out, "Leopold, even if we get divorced, don't marry Grace. She's awful."
The dining room went silent for a good half-minute. Leopold slowly moved his gaze from the hickey on her neck and asked, confused, "Who's Grace? Why a divorce? And why would I marry that awful woman?"
Hearing Leopold say this, Agnes found it kind of funny.
She then realized it was just a dream—a dream where Grace married Leopold and humiliated Agnes at the wedding, mocking her.
She scratched her head, "Never mind, go ahead with your breakfast! I'm going back to bed!"
"Get up. It's time for breakfast. The stylist will be here soon," Leopold said.
Agnes was surprised, "This early? I thought it would be evening! Okay."
She went upstairs to wash up and waited in her room for the stylist.
Humming a tune, she walked into the dressing room. While changing clothes, she couldn't help but scream.
But she quickly covered her mouth, staring at the marks on her body. Turns out the harassment in her dream wasn't just a dream—it was Leopold!
The hickeys were so obvious; how could she go out like this? She couldn't just wear a scarf to cover them!
The stylist soon arrived, bringing makeup and dozens of outfits, shoes, and handbags, all perfectly coordinated.
Today was just a birthday party; no need for formal dresses. In the living room, Leopold picked out two elegant dresses—one white and one ice blue—and handed them to Agnes, saying, "Try these."
Agnes grabbed the clothes and headed upstairs.
Ten minutes later, she appeared at the top of the stairs, catching Leopold's eye. She looked stunning in the ice-blue dress.
Feeling his intense gaze, Agnes blushed and stood in front of him, asking eagerly, "Do I look good?"
The white dress was nice too, but paired with a white coat, she preferred this one, so she walked straight downstairs.
Leopold, however, averted his gaze and didn't comment, only instructing the servant, "Hang the rest of the clothes in my wife's closet."
"Yes, Mr. Neville," the servant replied.
All these clothes were for her? Agnes was surprised and tugged at his sleeve, "It's too much. I can't wear them all."
Winter was coming soon, and even wearing two outfits a day, she might not get through all these fall clothes.
"Then just hang them there," he said.
The quirks of the wealthy were truly unique.
Afterward, Leopold personally picked out shoes and accessories for her. The final step was makeup. He glanced at Agnes's bare face and instructed lightly, "Light makeup."
"Understood, Mr. Neville," the stylist said.
Once her makeup was done, Agnes cheerfully ran upstairs. When she came back down, she was holding a delicate box. She stood in front of the stylist with anticipation, opening the box like she was showing off a treasure, "Can I use my lipstick?"
When the box opened, dozens of neatly arranged branded lipsticks in various colors surprised the stylist, who then nodded, "Of course!"
Agnes chose a softly colored lipstick and set the box aside.
In an instant, the box was in Leopold's hands. As he watched her apply the lipstick, he asked casually, "You don't like makeup, so why collect so many lipsticks?"
Agnes smiled and answered vaguely, "Not liking makeup doesn't conflict with collecting lipsticks!"
Leopold returned the box, his thoughts drifting back to that day at Sunrise International Shopping Mall. He remembered correctly that Ella took the box of lipsticks from Agnes at the checkout. He thought about how he had shopped for another woman in front of Agnes, making her feel hurt and wronged. He knew he had to make it up to Agnes in the future.
Meanwhile, Agnes enthusiastically discussed lipstick shades with the stylist, completely oblivious to the storm raging within Leopold's mind.
After changing her lipstick shade, Agnes sought Leopold's opinion again, "How about this color?"
Agnes smiled brightly, and Leopold nodded silently.
Even without lavish praise, getting his approval made Agnes content. She put the lipstick she had just used into her purse and took the rest back upstairs.
Upon arriving at their destination, Agnes finally understood why they had started getting ready so early.
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