Chapter 77
Agnes shut her eyes. "I'm exhausted."
"Alright, I'll drop Lydia off first, then we'll head back," Leopold said, closing the car door and sliding into the driver's seat.
Agnes didn't bother to respond.
The car zoomed down the wide road in the dark night. Agnes stared out the window, wide awake. Lydia's light laughter from the front made her wish she could block her ears.
Leopold stayed quiet, but he always chimed in just enough to keep the conversation from getting awkward. Even with his few words, Lydia never seemed uncomfortable.
Finally, they pulled up to a fancy residential area. Agnes eyed the tall buildings, wondering if this place was another one of Leopold's gifts to Lydia.
Before she could finish her thought, the car stopped, and she heard him say, "I'll walk you up. It's not safe this late."
Agnes cursed inwardly, 'Seriously, Leopold? Lydia's your real wife, huh? She's at her doorstep, and it's still not safe?'
Such a high-end community with tight security!
"Thank you, Mr. Neville," Lydia said happily.
Leopold glanced at the back seat, saw Agnes with her eyes closed, thinking she was asleep, and got out of the car.
Agnes waited over twenty minutes, and Leopold still hadn't shown up.
She laughed angrily, thinking Leopold must have taken Lydia straight into her room!
Normally, if anyone treated Agnes like this, she'd be furious.
With Leopold, she didn't dare to get angry, but she wasn't going to tolerate it anymore!
She pushed open the car door and walked straight towards the community gate.
Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Leopold. She answered with a cold smile, "Mr. Neville finally done with your escort mission?"
"Where are you?" he asked.
Agnes snapped, "I left! Should I wait for you to finish making love? Or go upstairs to watch you?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Lydia is a child Clifford and I adopted. Don't overthink it."
"So Lydia's someone you adopted. Mr. Neville, you're truly generous. Overthink? Mr. Neville, before blaming me, check your behavior to see if it causes unnecessary misunderstandings!" she shot back.
He didn't respond to her sarcasm. "Where are you? Some things need to be clarified in person."
"No need to care where I am. Goodbye!" With that, she hung up.
This was a high-end residential area, and it was late at night. Private cars were rare, let alone taxis. Agnes took out her phone and tried to book a ride online.
Just as she unlocked her phone, Leopold called again. She hung up without hesitation and reopened the ride-hailing app. The phone rang again, preventing Agnes from booking a ride.
She was fuming.
Finally, she got a text from Leopold: [If you don't answer the next call, you'll regret it.]
This was a blatant threat.
She answered the ringing phone and snapped, "Mr. Neville, I never expected you to be so persistent. Not answering the phone means I don't want to talk to you, got it?"
Leopold was fuming, his face going pale. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road and silently hung up.
Agnes stared at the disconnected call, feeling helpless. Was he mad too?
A pair of headlights beamed on her, and she instinctively turned around, squinting and stepping back from the strong light. The car stopped beside her, and she saw it was Leopold's black Emperor.
He got out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms with a firm grip.
"Let go!" She struggled, but Leopold didn't budge.
"What are you upset about?" No woman had ever dared to be so willful and presumptuous in front of him—Agnes was the first. He couldn't understand her anger and found it inexplicable.
"Upset? I'm not upset! How dare I be upset in front of you?" Agnes's words were sharp, and Leopold sensed she needed to calm down.
Leopold quietly placed Agnes in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, closed the door, and quickly walked back to the driver's seat.
His movements were swift. Just as Agnes unbuckled her seatbelt, the driver's door closed, followed by the sound of all four doors locking.
Five minutes after the car started, he spoke calmly, "If you're angry because of Lydia, it's unnecessary."
Agnes stayed silent, leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed.
Leopold glanced at her, his brow furrowing. How should he deal with Agnes?
When they arrived at the villa, the car had barely stopped when Agnes impatiently pushed open the door, ran back to her room, and locked the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Leopold turned the handle of Agnes's door, sensing it was locked from the inside. He glanced at his watch; it was past three o'clock. He decided to let her rest for the night and deal with it tomorrow.
Back in his bedroom, Leopold called Leroy and briefly explained what had happened. As a man, he naturally overlooked some details, like spending a long time alone with Lydia, the ownership of the passenger seat, and helping Lydia with her math problems after walking her upstairs.
After hearing this, Leroy was puzzled. "Did someone on the island offend her?"
Leopold shook his head. "Clearly, her anger stems from Lydia."
He hadn't forgotten her words.
"Yeah, Agnes probably misunderstood your relationship with Lydia and felt jealous. Just explain and comfort her," Leroy said.
"I explained that Lydia is a child Clifford and I adopted," Leopold said.
"And then?" Leroy asked.
Leopold threw his shirt into the hamper. "She's still angry. She locked herself in her room immediately."
Leroy thought that a woman like Agnes was quite a challenge for a man. So, there was this scene: The seasoned player in love, also the president of a multinational corporation, spent the night dissecting her anger.
The key was that even Leroy, a seasoned player in love didn't know the source of Agnes's anger.
Sighing, Leroy guessed, "Agnes is either being unreasonable, or her excessive possessiveness is causing her to act out."
Leopold had nothing to say.
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