Chapter 87
Agnes wasn’t feeling any joy. After changing clothes, she left the school, feeling pretty down.
She decided to just ignore Leopold, the guy who bugged her every day, even from a distance. The dance performance was perfect; he should be happy now!
She pushed open the villa door and fell into a familiar yet strange embrace in the dark. Her scream was instantly muffled.
Only he could calm her down.
But something felt off; there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Breaking free from Leopold, she turned on the light. Sure enough, Leopold was clutching his arm, his sleeve stained with blood.
“What happened to you?” she asked, grabbing his arm anxiously. His face was pale.
Leopold tried to play it cool, “It’s nothing. Call this number and have him come over.”
“I’ll take you to the hospital!” She dropped her backpack and tried to help him out the door.
Leopold stopped her, “The media can’t know about this. Take me upstairs. This number is for my private doctor. Don’t worry!”
Agnes, tears welling up, dialed the number on his phone. As she helped him upstairs, she muttered, “You actually came back? And you got hurt? People might think I did this to you!”
Leopold paused, gently caressing her cheek, and sincerely said, “I saw your performance. It was amazing!”
Thinking about the past two months, Agnes almost cried, “Leopold, you jerk. You left and made me do so much. I don’t want to be some high-society lady; I just want to be myself.”
“Alright, be yourself then,” he said, his resolve softening when he saw her upset.
“See? I told you I could handle it. When I opposed it, you said it was for my good?” she said. After that, Leopold’s “for your good” left her speechless, and she hadn’t messaged him since, maybe out of spite.
What bugged her even more was that he never reached out to her either, making her feel even more stifled.
“I can’t stand seeing you upset,” Leopold said. Maybe this lifestyle was too harsh on her. With her vibrant personality, it was surprising she hadn't left to find him abroad, considering all the things she was made to do that she hated.
“You’re so annoying! You left and made me suffer every day, and now you think you can make it up with a few words? No way!” Her voice was choked with sobs, a hint of unrecognized coquettishness in her tone.
Agnes settled him in bed, and Leopold reached out to grasp her hand. “I won’t do this to you again.”
She cried uncontrollably, her fists landing on his arm. Suddenly remembering his injury, she switched to lightly pounding his chest.
Leopold held her hand and pulled her into his arms, “It's been two months. You don't miss me at all?”
"Why would I miss you? Not one bit." Stubborn as ever, Agnes fell into his arms, careful not to touch his wound.
"But I really missed you," he whispered in her ear, his voice all magnetic and stuff.
Agnes's heart raced, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't know what to say. So, she changed the topic, "What happened to your injury? Was it for some woman?"
Leopold went silent.
His silence made her heart sink. She got up from his embrace and glared at him, "So I was right."
Her heart ached.
He gripped her hand again, "Do you know why Clifford and I adopted Lydia? Because her parents died protecting us."
So, he had saved Lydia.
Agnes felt a mix of emotions, recognizing the righteousness of Leopold’s actions but also feeling an unavoidable pang of jealousy. Such feelings were hard for anyone to understand.
Leopold continued, "Lydia was only 12 then. She watched her parents meet their fate. That scene was unbearable even for Clifford and me, let alone her. She had an asthma attack on the spot. If not for timely medical attention, the consequences would have been dire."
The scene, which Leopold found hard to describe, was vivid in Agnes's mind. And she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for Lydia.
It seemed only natural that Leopold would save Lydia in her time of need.
Suppressing all her unease, she turned and walked towards the door. "I’ll go check if the doctor has arrived."
Leopold didn’t stop her. Just as she stepped onto the stairs, his figure suddenly swayed, and he collapsed to the ground.
When she returned with Bennie McCoy, she found Leopold unconscious. Seeing him lying there motionless, Agnes’s hands trembled uncontrollably, "Leopold."
As soon as she called his name, Agnes broke down in tears, for the bed was covered in blood.
"Leopold! Wake up, Leopold!" She rushed over, fearfully slapping his cheeks, "Don’t scare me. I promise you, I’ll listen to you. I’ll do whatever you say. Just wake up!"
At that moment, Leopold’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. He looked at her tear-streaked face and rasped, "Do you mean it?"
Agnes froze, then nodded repeatedly, holding back her sobs, "Yes. Just don’t sleep, okay?"
Bennie prepared well, "Mr. Neville, I’ll treat your wound now."
Leopold looked at Agnes, a faint smile appearing on his pale face, "Agnes, be good. Don’t cry. Wait for me outside."
To allow Bennie to work smoothly, Agnes obediently left the room.
Her phone screen lit up, and Agnes sent a message in the group chat: [I think I’ve really fallen in love with Leopold.]
Clara replied instantly: [That's too normal. Even though I have a boyfriend, I still want to sleep with Mr. Neville.]
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