Chapter 598 Let You Protect
Just as she was feeling smug, Orla heard Leonard's gentle voice in her ear.
"How long are you gonna keep pretending?"
Orla immediately opened her eyes and blinked a few times, asking softly, "Uncle Leonard, how'd you know I was faking?"
Leonard chuckled softly, "You and Paxon are the same. When you pretend to sleep, your eyelashes tremble. I can tell right away."
"Then why'd you still carry me?"
"Because you were so scared, your clothes are soaked. I didn't want you catching a cold. I don't want your uncle accusing me of mistreating you."
Orla had no intention of getting down. Instead, she tightened her grip around his neck and said, "Oh, Uncle Leonard, I'm so cold. Hold me tighter."
Leonard knew she was pretending, but he didn't argue. He obediently carried her into the house.
He placed her on the couch and said in a deep voice, "Go upstairs and take a hot shower. I'll make dinner."
"I want steak, with a fried egg, and some fries with a salad."
"Alright, I'll make it all for you. Now go take a shower."
Faced with his gentleness, Orla couldn't resist.
Leonard had a refined and reserved appearance, and his tone was always gentle when he spoke.
It was hard for her not to fall deeper and deeper.
Who wouldn't love such a gentle and handsome man?
After her shower, Orla changed into her bunny pajamas and hopped downstairs.
She was already fair-skinned with a rosy complexion, and with her damp hair hanging loose, she looked even more innocent.
Leonard turned his head and saw her like this, unable to help but say, "Why didn't you dry your hair? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Orla bounced into the kitchen, looking at the food already prepared, and grinned, "Because Uncle Leonard's cooking smells so good, I couldn't help but run down."
She leaned over the pot and sniffed, her eyes fixed on the beef inside, "Uncle Leonard, can I have a bite?"
Leonard used a fork to pick up a piece of beef, blew on it a few times, and then handed it to Orla.
He reminded her, "Careful, it's hot."
Orla took the beef into her mouth in one bite and nodded repeatedly, "It's delicious. I want more."
Leonard tapped her head lightly with a spoon, "Orla, sit over there and wait."
He took the steak out of the pan, fried two eggs, made some fries, and mixed a salad.
The two of them sat together, eating a simple meal.
The previously quiet room was now filled with laughter.
Orla had a great personality and kept telling Leonard jokes.
This relaxed and happy time made Leonard feel very comfortable.
Watching her animatedly tell jokes, seeing her laugh so hard she leaned back and forth, even if Leonard didn't find the jokes funny, he was infected by her atmosphere.
So much so that when he lay in bed after his shower, he couldn't help but recall the scene, his lips curling up.
A pleasant sound escaped his throat, "She really is a cute girl."
In the middle of the night, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
Leonard, still half-asleep, said in a hoarse voice, "Come in."
Upon hearing his voice, the door was pushed open.
In the darkness stood a little girl with her hair down.
Through the faint light, Leonard could vaguely see Orla's innocent face.
The girl was wearing bunny pajamas, her hair loosely draped behind her.
She was holding a small blanket in her arms.
She called out to him timidly, "Uncle Leonard."
Leonard immediately turned on the light, squinting his eyes, his voice hoarse, "What's up? You've slept here so many times, don't tell me you can't get used to the bed."
Orla shook her head lightly, her bright eyes filled with embarrassment.
She blinked at Leonard, her voice small, "Uncle Leonard, there's thunder outside. I'm kinda scared."
Leonard frowned, "You're afraid of thunder?"
Orla nodded sadly, her eyes turning red, "The day my parents died, there was thunder. So every time it thunders, I remember that scene. Uncle Leonard, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Leonard immediately sat up in the bed.
He walked over to Orla, gently brushed her hair, and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, Uncle Leonard is here."
He knew Orla's parents had died tragically, and she had witnessed it herself.
Such a tragic scene would leave a shadow on any child.
He put his arm around her shoulder and led her to the bed, pointing to the spot beside him, "Lie down here."
Orla obediently climbed onto the bed, spread out her small blanket, and then crawled under it.
The blanket covered her up to her neck, leaving only her pretty face exposed.
Her bright eyes blinked, looking pitiful.
Leonard lay beside her, his large hand gently rubbing her head, comforting her softly, "Sleep, don't overthink."
Orla nodded softly, just about to close her eyes to sleep, when a sudden thunderclap echoed in her ears.
The thunder was accompanied by lightning and howling wind.
Just like the night her parents were killed.
Orla immediately screamed and jumped into Leonard's arms.
Her small body trembled uncontrollably, and even her teeth chattered.
Her voice was filled with sobs, "Uncle Leonard, I'm so scared."
Faced with the delicate Orla in his arms, Leonard's first instinct was to pull away, considering the difference between men and women.
But seeing Orla's pitiful expression, Leonard couldn't bear to push her away.
Leonard had suffered and been hurt as a child, knowing how cruel such psychological shadows could be. Perhaps one could live their whole life in that shadow, never escaping.
Leonard looked down at the trembling girl in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her head, comforting her softly, "Don't be afraid, Uncle Leonard will protect you."
Hearing his voice, Orla suddenly remembered a scene from years ago.
She had been squatting alone in the pouring rain, facing the criminals who had killed her parents, too scared to say a word.
She could only squat in the rain, curling up, her whole body shaking.
She thought she would die that rainy night, just like her parents.
But just when she had no way out, Leonard appeared.
It was his warm embrace that pulled her out of the dark abyss.
He not only took her home but also helped catch the criminals, avenging her parents.
Recalling this, Orla's eyes became moist.
She lay in Leonard's arms, her voice trembling, "Uncle Leonard, I want you to protect me forever, can you?"
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