Chapter 600 Uncle Leonard's Preference
Orla froze, staring at Leonard, her heart pounding.
If Leonard found out her real intentions, everything would fall apart.
Just then, Leonard gently patted her cheek and asked softly, "Orla, did you have a bad dream?"
Orla didn't know what to say, so she buried her head in his chest, playing dumb.
Seeing her like this, Leonard brushed her hair and chuckled, "Sleepwalking again? Just like Tyler, you both have this issue."
Hearing this, Orla's tense heart finally started to relax.
She lay in Leonard's arms, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin, making her cheeks flush.
After a while, she slowly lifted her head.
With sleepy eyes, she looked at Leonard in surprise, "Uncle Leonard? How did I end up in your arms?"
Leonard raised an eyebrow, "You really don't remember?"
Orla shook her head, feigning innocence.
Leonard tapped her head, "You were sleepwalking. No idea what you thought I was, but you tried to bite me."
Orla blinked her big eyes and said softly, "I was dreaming just now. Dreamt that Grandma made me a steak, and I was enjoying it when I heard someone calling me, and I didn't get to finish it."
"So, you're blaming me for not getting to eat your Grandma's steak?"
"Since you stayed with me all night, I won't blame you."
Leonard sat up and ruffled her hair, "You shouldn't say things like that. It can be misunderstood. Go wash up and then head to the garden for a run."
Orla, who had never been interested in exercise, immediately jumped out of bed, smiling, "Uncle Leonard, wait for me!"
She ran back to her room, washed up, and changed into workout clothes.
Then she went downstairs.
She wore a white tracksuit, her ponytail bouncing, her face radiating youthful energy.
Her fresh face glowed, looking like it could be pinched for water.
Leonard always prided himself on being young, but seeing Orla's face, he had to admit he was no longer young.
No more youthful vigor, only depth and maturity.
Orla bounced downstairs, pretending to lose control, and crashed into Leonard's arms.
Looking up with a smile, she said, "Uncle Leonard, I'm ready. Let's work out."
Leonard tugged her ponytail, laughing, "Let's go, little shadow."
"Who are you calling a little shadow?"
"The one who follows me around all day."
"If you say so, I'll stick to you for life, being your shadow forever."
Leonard walked out of the villa, already heading towards the garden, laughing, "If you want to be my shadow, catch up with me."
Watching his figure fade into the distance, Orla smiled, "Uncle Leonard, you said it. If I catch up, I'll be your shadow forever."
Leonard ran five miles every day, so it was easy for him.
Orla rarely exercised that much, mostly doing Pilates at home.
After one lap, she was already out of breath.
Leonard had run three laps.
Passing by her, he smiled, "Not planning to catch up?"
Orla, panting heavily, her eyes slightly red, looked at him, "Uncle Leonard, if I catch up, will there be a reward?"
"Catch up first, then we'll see."
With that, he continued running.
Orla gritted her teeth, silently encouraging herself, "Orla, go for it. For love, charge!"
She sped up, chasing Leonard.
They ran for an hour, always him running, her chasing.
Leonard ran ten laps, Orla walked and stopped, only managing four.
On the last lap, she grabbed Leonard's arm, not letting go.
"Uncle Leonard, I caught up."
Seeing her sweaty, exhausted face, Leonard laughed, "You didn't complete the laps. Think I didn't notice?"
"Uncle Leonard, can't you cut me some slack? You're ten years older than me. One year, one lap, you should let me off ten laps."
"So, if I run ten laps, you don't run any, and you still win?"
He tapped her head, then looked down at her, "Can you walk back?"
Orla clung to Leonard like an accessory, her sweat-soaked hair sticking to her forehead.
She looked a bit pitiful.
Leonard laughed, ruffled her hair, then bent down, "First time running, four laps is good. Hop on, I'll carry you back."
Orla, exhausted and ready to collapse, perked up at his words.
She jumped onto Leonard's back, hugging his neck, her sweaty face rubbing against his back.
Her voice soft and raspy, "Uncle Leonard, you're the best person in the world."
Leonard chuckled, "Then stop rubbing. You're getting your sweat all over me."
Orla laughed, lying limply on Leonard's back, her voice gentle, "Uncle Leonard, walk slower. My chest hurts a bit."
She wanted to savor this romantic moment, not rush back home.
Leonard carried her through the garden, the morning sun casting long shadows on the ground.
He looked at the shadow, his lips curling into a smile.
With Orla around, life wasn't so dull; it seemed a bit happier.
Back in the living room, he put Orla down, reminding her, "Go shower, then I'll take you to breakfast."
Orla's eyes widened, "Pancakes? Sandwiches? Pasta works too."
Leonard laughed, ruffling her hair, "All of it. You can eat whatever you want."
"Awesome, I've been craving it. Uncle Leonard, I'll be right down."
Though her legs were weak, the thought of food energized her.
They drove to a restaurant near the office.
It was always busy, and if you went late, there were no seats.
Orla ordered bread, pancakes, ravioli, and cream of mushroom soup.
Seeing the table full of breakfast, Leonard frowned, "Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"
Orla took a bite of bread, closing her eyes in satisfaction, "Such delicious breakfast, anyone who doesn't eat is a fool. Uncle Leonard, try this ravioli, it's amazing."
She fed Leonard the ravioli she had bitten, deliberately pushing her fingers into his mouth.
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