Chapter 43 Does the clothing fit? ...
"Why can't you learn to speak yet?" Irene held her chin and looked at Leo. She was probably drunk, and her eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, soaking Leo's bones until they were almost soft.
Irene suddenly raised her hand and touched the corner of the boy's lips. She slid down along his lip line, stopped at the middle of his lower lip, and then pressed deeply, accusing him in a whisper:
"You are so stupid Leo, how come you can't even learn to speak?"
The woman's voice was soft and small, as if she was holding a piece of honey in her mouth. She uttered his name in a sticky voice, and her dark brown pupils stared at him without blinking.
Leo's heart almost stopped beating. His breath was filled with the aroma of basil wafting from Irene. He was dizzy and intoxicated by Irene's scent. He moved his legs with all his strength, trying his best to cover up the signs of restlessness in his body.
Leo had discovered before that Irene had a strange speaking habit. She was used to pronouncing people's names at the end.
Even though they had had deeper contact, he was still very ashamed. He didn't want Irene to think that he was someone who was easily excited.
I heard that women prefer men who have experienced a lot and are reliable.
He couldn't act like a brat.
However, Leo glanced at Irene gently. She seemed to have rarely spoken to him like this before, or Irene rarely called him by his name, except when she was angry.
It was not until she got drunk today that he realized that there was a hint of coquettishness in Irene's voice when she called his name.
Is this an illusion? Leo wondered helplessly.
"Come and learn from me." Irene pinched Leo's jaw without any effort, and deliberately straightened the corners of her lips, trying her best to let Leo see how her tongue moved when she spoke.
"Follow my lead—Leo is an idiot."
The doctor said that Leo should be taught how to speak clearly. How can he be taught how to speak clearly? Of course, the way is to make his mouth shape more exaggerated.
I have to be like a kindergarten teacher who corrects the children's speech and repeats the same sentence over and over again without getting tired of it.
Once, twice, three times, countless "Leo" surrounded his ears.
The boy stared at the tip of the tongue vaguely visible in Irene's beautiful lips. A burst of heat rose from the soles of his feet, as if his body was being burned in a hell of fire. Leo's throat was very dry and sweat broke out on his back.
"Can't you learn this?" Irene blinked in confusion, "Then try something simpler."
"Say - like, love, Ai, Lin," she said word by word, with a seductive smile unconsciously hanging on the corners of her lips. Every word she said sounded sweeter than honey to Leo's ears.
Leo looked stunned, his lips opened but no sound came out.
"Why don't you just touch me? Can you learn how I speak by touching me?"
Irene opened her lips and slurred her words, "Ah - look, my mouth moves like this."
The white tips of the teeth and the tender lips were all visible to Leo.
This was the second time she opened her mouth in front of him, but it was the first time he wanted to take advantage of her drunkenness and do something unforgivable and dirty.
Irene didn't understand Leo's little tricks. She even pulled Leo's hand, as if she wanted Leo to touch the tip of her tongue.
The hot breath sprinkled on the boy's fingertips, carrying the rich aroma of sweet wine, and Leo couldn't help shivering.
"Oh my god, my lady," Hannah was almost frightened when she walked in after throwing away the garbage. She quickly stopped Irene and glared at Leo fiercely, "Not everything can be eaten."
She seemed to be hinting at something: "Some things may look beautiful, but they are actually poisonous! Eating them can cause indigestion. Let's stay away from them."
As she spoke, Hannah glanced at Leo.
Drunk Irene was very easy to talk to. She smiled and nodded, as if she had heard what Hannah said. A trace of disappointment flashed across Leo's eyes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Hannah turned around and went downstairs, she turned around and pinched Leo's cheek with a smile.
The breath of the two people entangled together, like two vines growing intertwined on a branch.
Irene's palm was stuck under the boy's jaw, and her fingertips pinched his cheek. There were still some thin calluses on the fingertips pressing on the side of his face. She made an almost unreasonable request:
"Hurry up and learn how to speak like me. You promised to help me open the store, so how can you not be able to speak?"
"You also need to be my model, wear the clothes I make, walk in the catwalks I design, and become famous with me."
When she mentioned this, Irene's eyes sparkled, brighter than the stars in the blue-black night sky.
The bright starlight sprinkled on the young man, like a basin of ice-cold water poured over his head. Leo's original dark thoughts sank into the floor along with the sweat dripping from his forehead. He was stiff, and the matchbox in his trouser pocket was surprisingly empty.
Hannah, who was squatting behind the door of her room, forced a silent yawn of fatigue. Ever since she saw Leo looking at the woman in the long skirt on the stage with a gloomy look in the afternoon, she began to worry whether Leo would miss her young lady's important event.
Besides, if Leo really dared to do something dirty, now would be a good time to get rid of him.
Not only Leo disliked her, Hannah also disliked Leo for a long time.
Now that Lucas is here, it's time for the young lady to see the true face of people like Leo.
Hannah blinked her eyes hard, which were almost too sleepy to open. She complained silently in her heart, feeling tired and angry.
But how long will this person stand here before taking action? Almost half an hour has passed, and her heels are numb from squatting!
Late at night, the moonlight poured coldly into the room, giving the long dress on the stage a charming and graceful luster.
The young man stood in front of the long skirt, scratching the side of the matchbox with his fingertips, making a crackling sound.
Irene's eyes, full of excitement and anticipation, appeared in front of him again. She had drunk too much and had fallen into a deep sleep a long time ago. Less than five meters away from him, Leo could still vaguely hear her shallow breathing.
Even, long breathing sounds filled with anticipation for tomorrow's dinner.
What she was looking forward to was not the banquet, but the moment at the banquet when she could become famous and realize her dream.
Those men will rush over with drooling like dogs smelling a scent.
How to make those men give up their desire for Irene?
There was a slight noise coming from Hannah's room, as if someone had fallen against the wall.
"Hmph," a slight sneer came from the small living room.
Leo lowered his head, a ray of orange-red light reflected in his eyes.
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"Erin, Erin," Lucas knocked on the door excitedly. He asked someone to find some connections yesterday and finally got two sizes of Chinese silk. Although he didn't have time to make a new dress, it would look nice as a scarf or a shawl, so he came over to take credit as soon as he got the things.
He knew without even thinking that Irene would be happy. Lucas tightly grasped the bag in his hand and knocked on the door more and more urgently.
The door opened a little, and a round head poked out.
Lucas raised his hand and tried to open the door, but it didn't move.
"Please wait a moment," Hannah said in a strange tone, pulling the door in the room. Lucas, a weak designer, was certainly no match for Hannah, who had been doing manual labor since childhood.
Hannah glanced into the room and added, "I'll come back to open the door for you when the young lady is done with her work."
Lucas nodded in confusion. The bright white sunlight shone through the skylight onto the back of his black suit, making him feel stuffy and hot. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
New Orleans is a coastal city, so the sun is always particularly strong in this season. Especially today, he wore a thicker suit to look better. It was originally to make his figure look better, but he didn't expect that he would become an accomplice of the sun.
I don’t know why Irene insisted on renting a top floor. Lucas curled his lips. Women always give up practical value for the sake of atmosphere.
For example, he had no idea what the rooftop patio could do other than make the house warmer.
I have to make her change this habit in the future, Lucas thought as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
When Lucas entered the room, the sweat on his body almost soaked the vest over his shirt, and his specially made beard was drooped by the sun, making him look like a middle-aged man in his early forties who was unable to do anything.
In particular, he was carrying a black bag exclusively for business elites.
There was no sign of Leo in the living room, nor was there the white dress on the stage, but Lucas didn't care whether Leo was there or not. He had only one target from the beginning to the end, and that was Irene.
Irene sat on the sofa, looking a little dazed, as if she had not yet recovered from some shock. When she saw Lucas, she just greeted him lightly and didn't even ask him why he came so early.
It looked strange, but Lucas didn't think much about it. He just thought that Irene hadn't woken up yet. His senior sister was famous for her irregular work and rest schedule, and staying up late was a common occurrence for her.
As soon as Lucas entered the door, he deliberately placed the bag of Chinese crepe in the most conspicuous position on the table, and his behavior revealed some deliberate indifference.
After a few pleasantries, he changed the subject to the bag. "What a coincidence. When I got home yesterday, I heard my brother talking about where he got some Chinese crepe. It was said that it was not easy to get it. Two ships capsized in order to transport the Chinese crepe. I spent a lot of effort to grind two feet from him."
Shipwrecks are not uncommon in the sea. Even Mrs. Soi's six-year-old grandson knows that shipwrecks are common. But Irene is not from here, so she doesn't know. Lucas made the situation more serious.
"It is said that several people died, and even the price of ordinary silk in the market has become more expensive."
"But my brother is kind-hearted. When he heard that I wanted to help a fellow disciple, he didn't even take the money. Otherwise, I would have asked you to reimburse me today."
Lucas's words were very technical. After all, what he wanted was that Irene owed him a favor, not that Irene owed him money.
After all, how can you measure something that is priceless with money? The beads on Lucas' abacus tinkled.
The bag contained Chinese crepe silk of very good quality, which is considered a good item even in the 21st century.
Lucas was so proud that he could hardly maintain his usual gentle expression. This could be considered as timely help. How could Irene thank him?
He turned his head and his eyes fell on Irene's face as if casually.
There was something indescribably strange about the woman's expression. She tapped the table a few times with her fingertips in a rhythmical manner, but her eyes did not stare at the bag as Lucas expected. Instead, they wandered to the only closed door in the room.
Irene murmured to herself: "Is this thing so precious?"
Lucas had a feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong, so he could only respond vaguely.
It couldn't be that Irene knew that shipwrecks were a common occurrence, but even if they were, Irene should be grateful that he had the heart to buy her silk.
“Squeak—”
The tightly closed door opened.
The handsome young man walked out, fiddling with his short hair, with the collar of his clothes wrinkled and folded together, as if he had just hurriedly put on his clothes to meet guests.
What a rude brat! Lucas curled his lips in disdain, but he couldn't laugh the next second.
The brat's fingertips were loosely holding a package, the same bag he used to hold his crepe.
It looked even bigger than the bag he was carrying.
Lucas had a bad feeling in his heart.
The sofa suddenly made a light sound, and Irene stood up.
She stepped forward naturally to help Leo straighten his tangled collar, and her tone of inquiry was very gentle.
Irene asked, "Will it fit after the alterations?"
The tips of the boy's ears turned slightly red and he nodded gently.
Lucas clearly saw that when Irene bent down to straighten his shirt, Leo tilted his head slightly and glanced at him, his light blue pupils filled with clear mockery.
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