You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 674 Pretending To Be Poor

Michelle lifted her head and smiled sweetly. Leon noticed that she had put on makeup and even coated her lower lashes with mascara. It made her round eyes look bigger and brighter.

The lipstick she had applied was a little darker than what she usually wore.

"You look very beautiful today," Leon remarked.

"Really?" Michelle felt thrilled. She reached up to frame her face but didn't let her hands touch her cheeks. Joanna once mocked her for doing that, saying that it made her face look chubby and silly. So Michelle didn't touch her cheeks this time.

Her youthful face was like a flower blooming between her hands. She tilted her head, looking very innocent. "I'm beautiful and not just cute, right?"

Leon smiled and poked her on the forehead. "Yes, you're beautiful."

'And cute.'

Pleased with his answer, Michelle giggled and said, "Well, let's go, Leon. Let's take the subway back. Did you bring a subway card?"

"I forgot," Leon admitted.

"It doesn't matter. I can buy a temporary one but it will take a while to get to the subway station from here."

They walked leisurely to the subway entrance. Leon took slower steps so Michelle could keep up with his pace. He clarified, "Michelle, you don't like it when others say that you are cute?"

"Not really." Michelle shook her head. "Someone said that, if people compliment you for being cute, that's just because they couldn't find anything else to praise you about. So when you told me that I'm beautiful and not just cute, I felt very happy."

She lifted her chin, feeling happy indeed.

What other people thought about her looks didn't matter. As long as Leon said she was beautiful, that was enough.

Leon smiled. "How have you been doing with your club this past month? Did anyone bully you?"

"They wouldn't bully me. They are all very nice people. Let me tell you..." Michelle started chattering about the things she found interesting while she was at the club. It was all quite trivial but she managed to avoid talking about the team's secret techniques during training.

Leon wasn't really concerned about what happened at the club but he listened to Michelle with keen interest.

The morning sun shone brightly, its warmth tempered by a passing breeze. Two people—one tall, one short—were talking and laughing as they walked. They stood so close to each other that their shadows overlapped, as if they were slowly merging into each other.

After a while, Michelle continued, "The guys in the club wanted me to hang out with them, but I refused."

"Good girl." Leon tilted his head with a satisfied smile. "You did a good job."

"Of course. I'm a good girl. Besides, I didn't speak to anyone online. Last time, you asked me to play games without talking to strangers, remember? Will you award me for listening to you?"

"What if there is no reward?" Indeed, there was no reward but there was an apology gift. After receiving the phone call this morning, he asked Bryant to redecorate the apartment.

Last time, he had left without a word which made Michelle cry. Leon had always wanted to apologize for that incident. Although he had never seen her cry, he remembered how his two nephews cried. It distressed him to just think about it.

Michelle, on the other hand, didn't really want the reward. She was just teasing him. Sticking her tongue out, she said, "It doesn't matter. I'm really hungry, Leon."

"Don't say you are hungry. It's making me hungry." Leon looked at the entrance to the subway. "We can have lunch by the time we get home."

Michelle pouted. "Okay, I'll cook for you."

Leon replied gently, "You don't need to cook. Wynn is treating us to lunch. When we get home, the restaurant will deliver the food to us."

"Wow, he is so rich!" Michelle exclaimed. "When I have a lot of money, we can have meals in fancy restaurants every day."

"It's not necessary to always have fancy meals. You can cook for me sometimes." Leon realized that he hadn't tasted her home-cooked food in a long time. He missed it a little bit.

Michelle frowned. "But Leon, I'm not a professional in cooking."

"I am not picky. You can just fry two eggs." Leon reflected for a bit and felt that wasn't going to satisfy his hunger so he quickly added, "Of course, not just eggs. That won't be enough."

"Don't worry, Leon. I will definitely take good care of you. I won't let you starve," Michelle promised.

Leon stuck out his pinky finger and said, "Let's make a promise then." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Pinkie swear." Michelle held her own pinkie out. The two hooked their fingers together. Leon's finger was long and lean, while Michelle's was short and soft like a chili pepper.

When their thumbs pressed together, Michelle suddenly remembered the couples whom she saw kissing on the campus.

Her heart beat began to race.

Michelle pursed her lips and immediately withdrew her hand. Blushing, she turned to look away. Fortunately, that move prevented Leon from noticing anything unusual.

She didn't want to let go of his finger, but she didn't dare to keep holding it. She could only quietly curl her fingers into a fist, as if she could keep the warmth in her palm.

They soon arrived at the subway entrance. They stepped on the escalator and descended side by side. A moment later, Michelle moved back and stood one step behind Leon.

"Leon, I'm as tall as you are!" Michelle proudly announced. She even raised a hand to check how tall she was in comparison to him. They were about the same height.

Leon glanced at the young woman behind him. He smiled and then turned back to look ahead. "Cherish it. We're almost at the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, they reached the end of the escalator. In an instant, Michelle's line of sight lowered until she only reached his back.

Michelle pouted. "I'm short again. Why are you and Nini all so tall? I'm vertically challenged."

"We don't think you are short." Leon touched the crown of her hair but Michelle quickly slapped his hand away. "Don't touch my head! I won't grow taller if you touch it."

Surprised, the man nodded, "Okay." He wanted to add that another growth spurt was unlikely, whether he touched her head or not, because of her age. But what came out of his mouth was, "I won't touch your head anymore. I hope you grow taller as soon as possible."

"Good!" Michelle stood on tiptoe and lifted her hand once more to mark her height. "I want to grow taller, at least tall enough to reach your neck."

Leon politely didn't say anything. The girl was so short that she would never reach his neck.

"Wait for me, Leon. I'm going to buy our tickets." Michelle ran to the ticket machine and waited in line behind three other people.

Leon took out his phone and sent a message to Bryant via WeChat.

"I didn't drive the car. Drive it back for me when you have time."

Bryant asked, "You didn't take the car? Why?"

"I'm taking the subway."

"But why?"

Leon replied, "I don't want her to see the Rolls-Royce. Next time, buy a cheaper car."

'But the Rolls-Royce was what you wanted.' More than a minute passed before Bryant responded to that.

"Okay, I see. I'll get a cheap one later. Be careful when you take the subway. Why are you taking the subway anyway? Can't you take a taxi instead?"

"I have no money."

Bryant didn't want to talk with Leon anymore. Leon had billions of dollars in his account, and yet he said he had no money.

Leon added, "You won't understand."

Bryant really didn't understand. Leon was walking further and further down this path of pretending to be anything but wealthy.