As they turned around, they saw Sophia standing there. Her face was pale, eyes filled with tears, and she looked on in disbelief. After a moment, she suddenly turned and ran out. “Hey, Sophia!” Lady Reynold shouted, glaring at Leo. “This is all your fault! Letting people hear such nonsense. Now you’ll have to explain this.” With that, she hurried after Sophia. “Sophia, wait!” she called, chasing after her. Leo watched them go, his expression darkening. He pulled out his phone and dialed James number. James soon arrived. “You called for me, Young Master?” “Get me discharged from this hospital and take me home,” Leo commanded. “What?” James was stunned. "Sir, you can't be serious. Your injuries are severe. The doctor insisted you stay here and rest. Moving around now is..." Leo's stern look cut him off. Realizing he had no choice, James sighed and said, “Alright, I’ll handle it.” Later that evening, Amelia found out Leo had been discharged. She received a call from
The smell of fried meat filled the air, mingling with the aroma of eggs. Leo's stomach growled, a reminder of how hungry he was. Wincing, he tried to sit up, but pain shot through his chest wound, forcing him to clutch it. "James!" he called out. James, who was assisting Amelia in the kitchen, somehow heard him despite the distance and rushed upstairs. When he saw Leo sitting up, his face turned pale with concern. "Young Master, why are you up?" “Is she here?” Leo asked, leaning back against the headboard, his face ashen. James was baffled. He didn’t understand why his master, who normally seemed to clash with Miss Smith at every opportunity, was now so eager to see her after getting hurt. Reluctantly, he replied, "Yes, she’s here, cooking in the kitchen. Just wait a moment." Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Leo’s pale face. Not long after, Amelia walked in with a bowl of noodles. Seeing Leo awake, she wasn’t surprised. She set the bowl on the bedside table a
Amelia's heart raced with sudden anxiety as she approached the situation. Trying to mask her nervousness, she forced a smile and said, "What do you mean by coming over on your own will? Liam, don't you like being with Mommy anymore?" Liam realized his mother had misunderstood him. He quickly clarified, "No Mom, we love being with you. We just wanted to come see you. We're going back with you afterward." Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the children didn't want to leave her, she was content. Their curiosity about their father was natural; they had been asking about him for as long as she could remember. Although it was difficult for Amelia to confront this part of their lives, she knew she had to honor their wishes. So she nodded. "Alright then, I'll take you to meet him." Amelia led the two kids up to the room, where Leo was waiting. She pushed open the door revealing Leo sitting on the bed his expression neutral but his eyes alert. Upon seeing his children
Amelia was startled when Leo suddenly grasped her hand. He took a few deep breaths and said hoarsely, “There’s no need for that.” Amelia looked at him with concern. “What do you mean, ‘no need’? You’re bleeding.” “It’s just a wound that needs rebandaging and some medicine,” Leo replied, his voice faint. Leo’s appearance was pale and fragile, with beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead from the pain. Seeing him in such a state pricked Amelia’s heart. Without saying another word, she helped him lie back on the bed and began searching for the first aid box to tend to his wound. The children, having waited for a while and seeing their mother hadn’t emerged, decided to go check on her. Upon seeing Leo lying weakly, Ella’s eyes widened with curiosity, while Liam frowned and muttered, “What a bother.” Liam’s comment stung Leo deeply, but he remained silent. Amelia, finding the first aid box started to rebandage his wound and remarked, “You knew you were seriously hurt a
Leo was livid, yet unable to win the argument. After a moment, he muttered weakly, “I just wanted to know what it feels like to have a daughter.” He knew the villa's drinking water temperature was regulated year-round, ensuring it wouldn't harm his daughter. Amelia snorted but remained silent. By now, Leo's chest wound had been re-bandaged. In a deep voice, Amelia asked, “Can you sleep now?” Leo nodded, and Amelia helped him lie down. Her unusual compliance gave Leo an odd sensation, something brief and difficult to understand. After settling him down, Amelia didn’t leave. She lay on the nearby double sofa, closing her eyes as if pretending to sleep. Leo frowned, “What are you doing?” Without opening her eyes, Amelia replied calmly, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m watching over you. I don’t want to be blamed if something happens to you overnight.” Can’t this woman speak nicely? Is it really that hard for her to soften up? Though it was called a double sofa, the space was quite t
"Don't go." Sophia's eyes were red as she angrily shouted, "You just show up out of nowhere, lying on my man's bed, and you think you can leave without explaining?" Amelia frowned, suddenly feeling irritated. She shook off Sophia's hand. “Who are you to decide if I can leave? And why does it matter to you that I was here? Don’t forget, I’ve spent more time in that bed than you ever have.” She paused, then added with a smirk, “And by the way, Leo just said you two aren’t even together anymore. Get that through your thick skull.” With that, she ignored Sophia and walked out briskly. Fuming, Sophia screamed, “Amelia, you b*tch, get back here!” “Enough!” Leo suddenly intervened, his voice low and stern. "Sophia, how long are you going to keep this up? Stop causing a scene." Sophia was taken aback for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh. “I’m causing a scene? I’m your girlfriend, and I find another woman in your bed. I ask a few questions, and now I’m the one making a scene. S
The phone call was from Mark. After Amelia answered, he wasted no time asking about her whereabouts over the past few days and whether she had picked up the children as she had mentioned she would. Amelia felt a bit caught off guard. She had casually told Mark that Liam and Ella were returning, but she hadn’t expected him to remember or take her words so seriously. “Yes, I picked them up. I’ll come to the office right away,” she replied reluctantly. Mark let out a soft laugh. “No need to rush. You haven’t seen your kids in a while. You should spend today with them. They just got back, and there’s probably a lot to catch up on. Why don’t you take the day off? I’ll take care of things at the office.” Amelia hesitated, unsure if she should accept the offer. “Is that okay?” “Of course. There’s nothing pressing today. Besides, if you need help with anything—like finding schools for the kids—I’ve got some connections. I can help you out.” A wave of guilt hit Amelia. She knew th
Leo's deep voice resonated, “Miss Smith, you've rubbed my skin off.” Amelia froze, realizing she had indeed rubbed the skin on his back until it was red, covering a large area. Embarrassed, her face flushed immediately. “Oh, um, should I help you rinse off?” she asked, trying to recover. Leo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Do you only wash one side when you shower?” Reluctantly, Amelia moved to the front to help him rinse his chest. Leo’s physique was strikingly balanced—tall, well-built, and muscular without being overly bulky. She tried to focus as she carefully wiped him clean, her throat tight as she swallowed. She avoided his face but still felt the intensity of his eyes on her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Amelia let out a sigh of relief. “Done.” Leo gave a nod of approval. “Alright, you can leave.” Feeling like she’d been given a reprieve, she tossed the towel into his hands and turned to make her escape. But just as she was about to step out, a sudde