Chapter 67 The plot is over! ...

The exterior walls of the newly built hospital are gray and have not yet been painted white.

Irene sat beside the bed, holding Leo's uninjured hand tightly, and her mind kept echoing the words the doctor had said casually when she went to get the medicine.

"Less than ten meters? Then this kid is really lucky. Those well-trained assassins can't miss at such a short distance. Besides, it's a banquet, there are many people around, so firing two or three shots won't be a problem. This kid is really lucky."

"And this wound, it's really clean and beautiful, there's not even a bit of bullet fragments, it just went straight through the flesh, the gun used is really good, do Southerners have such good stuff these days?"

Another doctor replied, "Who knows? I don't think it was a killer. How could the killer miss the target and hit the arm?"

"That's true. This wound only looks serious."

These doctors are said to be military doctors who have been on the battlefield all year round and are particularly familiar with various gunshot wounds. Irene overheard their discussion unexpectedly, her face turned pale instantly, and an unbelievable guess emerged in her mind.

Irene lowered her head and looked carefully at Leo in front of her.

The gauze was slightly red, making the man look particularly pale, but his facial features were superior and his bones were clear, adding a bit of fragile beauty, just like the scene when Irene first saw Leo in the cage.

She was also staring at him, who seemed fragile, as if she was fascinated.

Irene picked up a piece of gauze, dipped it in water, and wiped off the blood clot on Leo's jaw.

Leo hasn't woken up yet. His breathing is steady and his eyes are motionless, as if he was seriously injured and unconscious.

Is it really what she guessed? Irene closed her eyes tightly. Her mind told her that it was not surprising for Leo to do such a thing, but her emotions could not help but defend him again and again.

What if, what if Leo really changed, what if this was just an accident?

But what if it wasn't? What if Leo was still the same person who would do anything to keep himself bound to him?

It's just that this time it's just a different trick.

Irene was having trouble breathing, her heart was tightening, and she felt dizzy. She suddenly stood up and said something beside the bed.

"You've gone to so much trouble to do so much, even resorting to self-torture, just because I like you to try to interfere with my choice, but what if I decide I don't like you anymore?"

Her voice was so soft, so soft that someone who was unconscious and sleeping would not be able to hear it.

The person on the bed didn't move.

Irene stood up and poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside. She called Leo's guards and said, "I have something else to take care of. Can you stay here with Leo?"

"Got it. Where are you going now? I'll call a carriage for you." The guard naturally inquired about Irene's destination.

"Where are you going?" Irene curled her lips in a bleak smile, "I'm going to attend the dinner that just didn't end, and answer a question."

The air was filled with a terrifying silence.

Irene clearly saw that after the guard heard her words, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Leo's bed.

As if he was desperately craving for some standard answer.

A strong sense of disappointment surged in her heart, and Irene walked out of the ward without looking back, forgetting to even take the dirty clothes she had just changed that were stained with Leo's blood.

How ironic! What kind of sweet potato is she that would make Leo willing to hurt himself to stop her?

But even if he didn't do that, she would still reject Lucas.

Why not trust her?

Why are you trying to control her choices?

Irene sat in the carriage, and the nightmare hidden in her memories came over her.

Resistance was futile. She could only repeat a life she didn't want to live day after day. No one cared what she thought. Her grandmother sent her back to China after she lost her mother, saying that she would get better care with her biological father. After losing her mother, she lost her friends and her life one after another.

Nothing changed after she returned home. She was still not respected and was like a puppet in her father's hands. If she didn't live according to his ideas, she would be thrown to the ground and cursed.

She thought she had gotten rid of this disrespected past, that she had taken control of her own destiny, and that she could live well even in the 19th century.

But she thought she was wrong.

Her favorite person in the 19th century was still as stubborn and selfish as ever.

Irene covered her face with shaking hands in embarrassment, tears dripping between her fingers, much hotter than the blood flowing from Leo.

She cried louder and louder. It was a rainy day, and the wind was howling coldly. There were no curtains on the large two-seater carriage to protect her from the wind and rain. Irene hugged her knees and cried as desperately as when she was a child on the plane flying back to China.

An exquisite door with white relief carvings appeared before her eyes. The blooming roses gave off a fragrant aroma, so pungent that it almost made Irene nauseous. She gathered her shawl closer, shivering with the cold, and her stomach ached violently.

She held her stomach, which was aching sharply, and stepped onto the stairs, pushing open the heavy door with great effort. The waiters were cleaning up the mess, and only the Lucas family, who were holding a banquet, were left, talking and laughing about something.

It seemed that no one cared about this farce except Leo lying in the hospital and her who was terrified and desperate just now.

This was a complete joke in everyone's eyes.

"Where's Lucas?"

Since no one cares what she wants, let her achieve her goals on her own.

*

Almost as soon as Irene left the house, Leo stood up. His face was anxious, and the gauze wrapped around his arm was stained red. He turned over and got out of bed, grabbed his clothes and strode out.

"Boss, Boss, slow down. Although the injury is not serious, we can't let any more blood flow."

Leo pursed his lips tightly, climbed onto the horse with one hand, whipped it hard, and the horse neighed and ran wildly.

The violent shaking made the red color on the gauze darker, but Leo seemed to feel no pain. Irene's disappointed words at the bedside kept echoing in his ears, and the dispute half a month ago flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

A huge panic arose in his heart, and until now he didn't know what he had done wrong.

When Irene saw him injured, her first reaction was to protect him, without even looking at Lucas who was standing with them.

She was busy running around in the hospital, caring about his injuries, wondering why he suddenly changed.

Leo didn't understand what he had done wrong again.

The wound was screaming in pain, and his heart felt like a huge hole, with cold wind blowing in, so cold that it seemed as if the wound was frozen. The sky was pitch black, and the moonlight was falling heavily on him. Bright red blood broke out of the bandage and dripped onto the steps.

He held onto the door handle with a little angel relief, veins bulging on his pale knuckles, and pushed the door open with difficulty.

The warm rose scent wafts to your face and beautiful music pours out.

In the middle of the dance floor, Irene and Lucas turned back to look at him, with smiles on their faces.

He saw that the moment Irene saw him, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and there seemed to be something shiny flashing on her fingers.

Turning his head again, Leo clearly saw the joy that could not be hidden on Lucas' face.

Irene had beautiful fingers, with slender knuckles and fair skin. Leo often fantasized about what kind of ring would match such a beautiful pair of hands.

Diamonds are too tacky, gold is too vulgar, platinum is ordinary, and ivory is quite suitable, but Irene seems unable to accept this kind of thing.

He thought he would present the best thing in the world to Irene.

But he forgot to ask her if she wanted everything he had to offer.

What if all Irene wanted was to not love him?

There is a howling cold wind and drizzling rain behind me, and in front of me there is splendor, warmth and comfort.

He was like a homeless tramp who accidentally walked into a warm wedding dinner.

Excessive blood loss caused Leo's eyes to go black from time to time, and his skin, flesh, bones and blood felt as if they were burning. With every step he took, drops of blood from his shoulder dripped onto the floor, and his fingers clutching his shirt were as cold as ice.

The glaring red marks were scattered all along the way.

Irene's heart tightened unconsciously. The closer Leo got to her, the clearer she could see his almost bleak face. His pale and cracked lips revealed red bloodstains, and his deep blue pupils seemed to be frozen. She saw cold sweat running down his forehead, mixed with blood and dripping onto the floor.

She deliberately said that hurtful thing just to see Leo like this. Why was she so heartbroken after her plan was fulfilled?

It was obviously Leo who was wrong.

Cold sweat oozed from her palms and Irene clenched her fists, feeling as if something was stuck in her throat.

The few people around seemed to have disappeared. Irene stared at Leo, standing stiffly in place.

The deliberately erected defense line was being pressed step by step.

"Can I have a word with you?"

Leo stood in front of Irene, speaking gently.

Irene licked her lips, her voice hoarse, "What do you want to say?"

"Can we talk over there? There are too many people here."

Leo pointed to the garden not far from the banquet hall.

Irene couldn't help but recall the last party. The two of them avoided everyone and kissed under the rose bushes like a pair of cheating lovers, not daring to make a sound.

The scent of roses became stronger and stronger. Irene was the first to break the silence.

"What do you want to say? Explain why you cut a hole in your shoulder? Do you think I'm a fool and I will indulge you and let you play tricks on me as long as you play a little trick?"

"You used coercion and bribery before, but now you're trying to torture me?"

"You were obviously not like this when we met. Why have you changed so much in the past five years?"

"Leo, what do you want to do? Can you please let me go?"

Irene deliberately made her tone cold as ice, and every word she said was like a sharp blade piercing Leo's heart. He had thought that nothing would be more painful than the words Irene said beside the bed, but it turned out that Irene could pierce deeper, gouging out his flesh and blood inch by inch.

"What do I want to do?"

Leo lowered his head and laughed oddly, which made Irene feel a little uneasy.

He repeated, "What do you think I want to do?"

The next second, Leo raised his head, and red bloodshot spread throughout his ice-blue pupils, as if they would burst in the next second. His eyes were fierce and his expression was cold, and the thin, cold white skin at the corners of his eyes was flooded with red.

Like a desperate beast grabbing the neck of its prey.

The nausea and suffocation caused by the irritation in her throat surged up, and Irene was forced to raise her head, gasping for breath, with crystal tears in her eyes.

Leo didn't use any more force, his voice was as cold and eerie as if it came from hell.

"How dare you smile at him like that—"

"Don't smile like that at anyone—"

"You are only allowed to look at me, smile at me, and love me."

"Otherwise," Leo lowered his golden brown eyelashes, revealing a strange tenderness, "we will die together. I will kill you first, and then hold your body and rot in the soil together."

"We will never be apart."

These words seemed to hit him hard. The corners of Leo's lips curled up high, and he bit Irene's lips like crazy, his tongue tip sweeping across every inch of the gap between her lips and teeth.

A strong smell of rust wafted from the lips and teeth.