You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 654 Epilepsy

When Michelle heard that she had received more than ten thousand dollars, she was so shocked that she dropped the drumstick. "That's way too much money!"

She wiped her hands on a tissue and reached for the phone. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Leon moved to stop her and asked, "Do you remember what I've said before?"

"Of course I do. Don't trust random people on the Internet. Don't add strangers on WeChat easily. I remember everything you told me. I just want to see how much money I received." Michelle kept glancing at the phone with eager eyes. She murmured, "Maybe..."

"No." Leon knew what she wanted to say—that she could make a small fortune out of this situation —so he shot that thought down immediately. "This is not the right way to earn money."

Wynn huffed in disbelief. He wondered who was it that said they should accept the money that people gave them willingly.

Why was Leon saying the opposite now? "Are you the Leon I know? You're the most cunning man I've ever seen. But why are you acting so upright now?" Wynn thought his complaint was all in his head. The cruel reality, however, was that he muttered it out loud.

He spoke in a volume that should not have been audible to others but the object of his frustration was sitting right next to him. Leon heard every word, crystal clear.

Leon's expression became ominous in a second.

"Wynn, what did you just say?" Michelle was confused as she didn't hear Wynn clearly.

People who spoke ill of others behind their backs were cowards. It only made sense that they would be terrified when they were caught complaining about someone to that person's face. Wynn came

to his senses with a jolt when he heard Michelle. He felt like someone was glaring daggers at him.

A shiver ran down the man's spine.

Wynn cautiously met Michelle's gaze but she only looked confused. The pressure he was feeling wasn't coming from her. Then it could only be Leon.

As soon as he turned to look in the other direction, he saw Leon's expression and froze up. In the eyes of most people, Leon seemed modest and gentle. Even if he was angry, he covered it up with a smile.

How angry must this man be now?

Wynn looked back and forth between the two as he caught his breath. With a nervous chuckle, he asked, "Did I say anything?"

"You've said everything," Leon murmured with a dangerous smile.

Wynn's eyes widened in horror. He quickly pushed his chair back from the table, the force sending the chair a short distance across the floor, and he scrambled to leave the premises—to put as much distance as he could between him and Leon. In his hurry, he forgot to change his shoes, let alone close the door behind him.

Michelle blinked and asked Leon, "What's the matter with him?"

"Epilepsy, I guess," the man replied indifferently.

"Epilepsy?" Michelle's jaw dropped in surprise. "That's a disorder. He might need our help. We should go after him!"

Leon chuckled. She was almost too easy to deceive.

"I wouldn't worry about him," he assured as he stood and gently pressed down on Michelle's shoulders to guide her back to her seat.

Seeing his calm expression, the girl realized that he must be messing with her. She pouted and asked, "Leon, did you just make a joke?"

"Yes." Leon flicked her forehead. "Don't believe everything you hear. You can be quite gullible."

"Oh, all right," Michelle acquiesced.

Leon said, "If you want the phone back, promise me one thing first."

"I promise," the girl promptly answered.

"You promise even though I haven't said anything yet. Are you not afraid? What if the terms of my condition are unacceptable?" Leon teased her.

"I'm not afraid." Michelle took the phone and smiled up at him. "I know you'd never hurt me."

"Why do you trust me so much?" Leon asked. "I might decide to sell you off one day. What then?"

"I trust you," Michelle asserted innocently. She paused to think and then added, "But, Leon, don't sell me. I'm a good girl."

Leon smiled back at her. He never thought that she, of all people, would trust him unconditionally. The only other people to do that were Nina and Wynn.

As he looked into the girl's bright and innocent eyes, he sighed. "Yes. How can I willingly sell such a good girl? It's better to have you all to myself."

"Exactly!" Michelle nodded. "I really am a good girl. I can cook, make money, take care of you and play games.

Anyway! I can do a lot of things and, what I don't know, I can learn."

"Oh, sure," Leon agreed with a laugh. It amused him to see her think about this seriously.

The man laughed until his cheeks ached.

To himself, he added, 'You can eat, laugh, and send gifts to me.

Why are you so adorable, Michelle?'

After Wynn fled, he tried to call Bryant several times. When all he got was a busy signal, he knew that Leon's revenge had begun.

He had to find Bryant and put a stop to it as soon as possible.

He flagged down a taxi and urged the driver to drive as fast he could possibly go. His anxiety made him more aggressive than usual. Gone was the man who was easy to deal with. When he felt that they weren't going fast enough, Wynn demanded the driver to speed up as if the hounds of hell were after him.

The taxi driver became nervous, thinking his passenger was being chased. With trembling hands, he wondered if he should call the police. He was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But Wynn was too late. By the time he found Bryant, the other man was just hanging up the phone. Bryant patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"What did you do to Leon this time?" Bryant asked. "Pay more attention to your phone, will you? Your personal number and photos have all been posted online. You're young, handsome, and powerful. A swarm of women will be bothering you soon.

Leon also asked me to sign you up for a nightclub. Since you're a man, that can't really be of any loss to you. You're on your own from now on, dude." Wynn paled. Upon seeing the other man's expression, Bryant tried his best to suppress a laugh.

Shock soon melted into righteous anger. Wynn gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "Do you really expect me to sell myself, body and soul? All I did was comment on how he was pretending to be this goody-two-shoes in front of Michelle! Is that really so unforgivable? Is it? So why?"

He paced back and forth in an attempt to quell the rage quickly rising from within him. He was angry enough that he wanted to smash his fists through a wall.

Bryant cleared his throat and stepped a few feet back for his own safety. "I don't think it would be like this if all you did was complain. Are you sure you didn't do anything else? Like selling his phone number? The first thing he asked me to do was to post your information online. If anyone express interest in buying that information, they will be able acquire it for a dollar."

"A dollar?" Wynn's fury rose once more. "Just one measly dollar? I didn't sell his contact information at all! I only said that I can sell Michelle's if I'm short on money in the future.

Oh, shit!" Upon figuring out the reason behind Leon's ire, Wynn's own anger deflated—not completely though. "That's why he's doing this? For Michelle?"

He told Bryant everything that had happened. Afterwards, Bryant said with certainty, "Yeah. Seems like it's definitely for Michelle. Why did you even think of selling her contact information? You don't need the money."

"I was just kidding," Wynn protested with a shrug.

"Wynn, didn't you learn from last time? Leon did something like this to you before because you insulted Valerie."

"I didn't insult her! I just told the truth. Valerie dated two men at the same time." Wynn snorted.

Every time someone mentioned Valerie, Wynn would get mad. Bryant decided to change the topic. "Leon doesn't want Michelle's contact information to go public. As you probably already know, he can be a little possessive."

"So there's progress?" Wynn inquired, eyebrows raised. Bryant nodded and that made Wynn feel a little better. "Fine. I'll sell myself. I don't want to look for Valerie anyway."

Bryant would be lying

if he said he wasn't surprised by this quick change of heart.

"Are you really going to sell your body?" Bryant asked in amusement.

Wynn lifted his chin. "My body belongs to my future wife. How can I just hand it over to random women?"

"How are you going to explain yourself to Leon?"

"Don't worry. I already have a plan," Wynn said smugly.

"And what is it?"

Bryant asked in curiosity.

"I won't tell you."

Wynn shook his head. He felt sorry for himself.

Why did Leon punish him like that?