Chapter 37 You can do it at a young age...
"Is it Irene?" the man who had just walked in asked in disbelief.
The man's eyes were filled with anticipation and nervousness. He stared at Irene with a look of panic.
Leo wiped his fingers clean, frowned unconsciously, sat closer to Irene, put his arm on the chair behind Irene, trying to declare possession of the man in front of him.
But the man didn't look at him at all, just stared at Irene.
Leo didn't like the way the man looked at Irene - memories, pain, longing, and even expectations that suddenly grew like weeds.
As if there was some close relationship between them, Leo stared at the man coldly, his eyes like poisoned arrows.
The uneasiness in her heart gradually grew, and this feeling of anxiety reached its peak when the wine glass in Irene's hand fell onto the table.
He saw that Irene's fingertips began to tremble, and the woman's face turned pale, even her lips lost their color, and her eyes were full of the shadow of that man, as if she had completely forgotten that the person sitting next to her was him.
A strong sense of crisis rushed into his heart, and Leo couldn't help but grab Irene's wrist, as if he could keep Irene in this way.
"I'm going to ask something, you guys eat your food."
After saying this, Irene stood up. Without bothering to explain, she shook off Leo's hand and walked a few steps to the man. Her voice was trembling.
"I'm Irene, are you Ajiang?"
Leo only heard these words. He clenched his empty palms, feeling as redundant as the lobster shell on the table that was about to be thrown into the trash can.
A Jiang?
This name sounds like a dog's name, and he wanted to give a sarcastic smile.
Irene and Ajiang were only an arm's length apart, and they were whispering to each other in low voices, but their expressions unconsciously revealed a hint of intimacy.
Leo's eyes were fixed on Irene. Irene suddenly smiled, her eyes slightly red. She raised her hand to rub the corners of her eyes, and A Jiang handed her a handkerchief.
Irene accepted it and wiped away her tears with the man's handkerchief, but as she spoke, she cried even more miserably.
Leo clearly saw that A Jiang seemed to want to raise his hand to wipe Irene's tears, but for some reason, his arms hung dejectedly at his sides.
Fortunately, he had some brains. Leo's face turned dark. If he had dared to reach out his hand just now, a tragedy would have happened in the tavern.
Irene finally stopped crying, but she started talking to Ajiang again, and even couldn't help but move closer, saying something excitedly. Leo saw that the back of her neck and the tips of her ears were red.
The boy was so jealous that his vision went dark. He gulped down half a glass of beer in one breath. His throat felt burning, as if what he swallowed was not sweet wine but poison that burned his heart and lungs.
Along with jealousy, anger and frustration also rose up. He was angry that he could only sit there stiffly and could not rush up and slap A Jiang hard twice.
But in fact, the more common emotion is frustration - frustration with a strong sense of confusion.
Frustrated that he didn't know her past, frustrated that he could only stand there in embarrassment and couldn't go forward to hug Irene, frustrated that she never cried in front of him.
But he could only digest all this anger and frustration by himself, and he couldn't tell Irene.
In Irene's eyes, he has always been a waste, with nothing except his high combat power.
Leo felt a rare regret. He thought hard about what to do, and finally came to the dejected conclusion that he was indeed useless to Irene. He could not give Irene what she needed, and even the only money he had was dirty money, which he could not spend directly.
So much time has passed, why is Irene still talking to that man.
Still talking, still talking. What is there that takes so long to talk? And they need to stand so close to each other to talk, the two of them are almost sticking to each other.
Leo stood up anxiously, clenching his back teeth tightly. The alcohol evaporated in his body, stimulating his nerves. He tried his best to restrain his limbs that were controlled by jealousy.
The clock on the wall has already moved two ticks, why are you still chatting?
It would be fine if we just chatted, but why was Irene crying?
She never cried in front of him.
Leo's teeth were almost broken. What was there to talk to this rubbish person who was only concerned with dressing himself up? It was obvious at a glance that he and Edward were the same scumbags.
How could Irene be so forgetful?
No, how could Irene make a mistake? It must be this man's problem. He was deliberately seducing Irene.
So disgusting.
Leo wished he could shoot this man named Ajiang to death right now.
But if he really did something like this, the good impression he had made on Irene recently would be completely ruined.
Leo sat back heavily on the stool, looking at A Jiang as if he were a dead person.
A Jiang has to be dealt with where Irene can't see him. The boy's eyes were gloomy and cold.
"If you dare to do that to him, the lady will definitely guess that it was you who did it." Hannah sucked the remaining forehead juice on her fingers, glanced at Leo, and repeated: "The lady will definitely guess it."
"She knows exactly what kind of person you are, but she is temporarily blinded by you."
Hannah ate her meal in big mouthfuls, with bright red peppers on her lips. She had never seen Leo kill anyone, so naturally she had no fear of him at all.
She simply hated him, hated this man who pretended to be innocent in front of the young lady and made the young lady go through the trouble of treating him.
The most outrageous thing was that he dared to secretly hide the young lady's clothes and put them in a carry-on bag that was most easily mistaken. If others found out that the young lady's clothes fell into his hands, Hannah didn't dare to imagine what kind of abuse her young lady would face.
We shouldn't have rescued him in the first place.
Hannah's face turned pale, her mind now full of all the harsh words she had heard John and the others say. She wanted to ridicule Leo harshly, telling him to get away and not disturb the young lady's life.
But when she thought of the shyness and joy in the lady's eyes when she brought Leo back to the house, Hannah tried her best to resist the urge to curse.
At least not now, at least until the lady loses interest in him.
Hannah took a deep breath.
Only then did Leo notice this little maid whose presence was usually almost invisible. After she came back from buying bread this afternoon, he realized that his things had been rummaged through.
Because Irene's clothes that he had hidden somehow disappeared.
It was a piece of clothing with a very strange shape, which he had found when he was searching Irene's room in the manor.
At that time, he thought Irene was a spy under Will. He wanted to find evidence of Irene's communication with Will, so he sneaked into her room when Irene was away.
He found no evidence that Irene was a spy, but he did find some clothes with very strange designs.
Some bits and pieces of cloth were pieced together, a bit like bandages, but the lengths were completely different. There were seven or eight such pieces of clothing.
Could it be that the message was sewn into these rags? That's how spies would pass messages.
So, Leo picked the one that looked the strangest, but after taking it apart and mending it several times, he didn't find any strange information.
He had kept the clothes in his luggage until he came back today and found it was missing.
Erin was at work, and the only one who could take his things was Hannah.
This black woman should have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish, Leo thought coldly.
"This is Lucas, my friend, you can also call him Jiang," Irene brought the man back to their table and introduced him to them with a smile.
"We were just talking about some things that happened in the past, and I couldn't help crying. A Jiang didn't bully me," Irene explained. She was mainly explaining to Leo because she was afraid that Leo would think that A Jiang bullied her.
The woman blinked at Leo briskly. There was a distance between her and A Jiang, and her expression no longer had the intimacy that she had when they first met.
But Leo intuitively discovered that Irene had changed. Before, Irene always exuded a sense of alienation, as if there was an indelible gap between her and the world, but now this sense of alienation disappeared, she seemed to have found her own anchor, and her expression became more natural and lively.
And Irene never had this change because of him.
There is a unique atmosphere between Irene and Ajiang that he cannot interfere with. The two of them are independent and seem to be hiding a secret.
This is a subtle form of xenophobia, and the only object of exclusion is him.
He actually became an outsider.
Leo felt a piercing chill all over his body, and the salty sweat stung his unhealed wounds, causing both pain and pain.
He seemed to be able to see a future in which he would be abandoned by Irene.
The boy gulped down the remaining half glass of wine with a fierce look in his eyes.
He would never allow that to happen.
Irene took a sip of wine. Lucas was not an outsider. He was the junior fellow student who had a crush on her. His Chinese name was Jiang Yuanyuan, and his fellow students called him A Jiang.
He did not travel through time. Lucas was born in this era, but he traveled through time to the modern era and took over the life of a modern man who looked exactly like him. Until he had worked for half a year, he suddenly traveled back through time.
This is equivalent to him living in the 21st century for less than two years, but nearly five years have passed in the 19th century. The speed of time and space flow in the two eras is different.
Lucas also said that so far, Irene is the second person he has found to have traveled through time besides himself, but he traveled from ancient times to the present, while Irene traveled from the present to the ancient times.
The speed of time and space flow is not a big problem. Irene is not afraid of getting old. What she is afraid of is that she might travel back in time.
What would Leo do if she traveled back in time?
Irene unconsciously avoided the boy's gaze. She stared at the wood patterns on the table, and her eyes felt sour again.
She could feel that Leo cared about her, and even noticed that Leo was jealous of Ajiang because she and Ajiang talked for a long time.
It is because I love her that I am jealous of A Jiang.
Irene knew very well what she should do at this moment. Since she knew that there was a great possibility that she would travel back to the modern era in the future, she should break up with Leo as soon as possible while their feelings were not so deep. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.
But people are selfish, and she is greedy for this unique love that spans three hundred years.
A love that burns like fire.
Moreover, Leo was not only her lover, but also her muse and the source of her inspiration. How could she bear to give him up?
A designer would rather die than lose his muse.
But what if she traveled back to the modern era and could never come back?
Irene's heart sank, as if the weight on one side of the scale was suddenly replaced with one that was ten or twenty times heavier, giving her an overwhelming victory.
Knowing what to do and being able to do it are two different things.
The dinner table was unusually silent. Irene was peeling crayfish. The juice stung and hurt her fingernails, but she struggled with the crayfish in her hand as if she didn't feel any pain. Leo put a plate of peeled shrimps next to her, but Irene didn't even dare to look at it.
At this moment, the seafood risotto ordered by A Jiang was delivered.
"Please bring three more glasses of wine, forget it," Irene said, changing the subject: "Just bring half a barrel, we have more people."
She smiled and pushed the crayfish she had just peeled to Lucas, her smile was gentle and sweet.
"I think we ordered half a bucket of beer at a time. I remember you obviously couldn't drink, but you pretended to be able to drink. In the end, you vomited all over the place, and they had to carry you back."
As soon as she showed this smile, Lucas knew what she wanted to do, and he skillfully took over the conversation. "It wasn't a few times, how come you remember these things so well?" Lucas blushed, scratched his head embarrassedly, and explained: "I was still young at the time, you can't always use these things to make fun of me."
The two people talked in a relaxed and comfortable manner, with a subtle sweet atmosphere, an intimacy that others could not interfere with.
It came again, the same feeling. Leo gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. The cold air mixed with tobacco rushed into his throat with his breath, and every breath was accompanied by the salty taste of blood.
The alcohol roared and evaporated in the body, stimulating the brain and nerves. Take her out! Take her away! Let Irene stay away from this damn man! Quick!
A huge, unexpressible voice roared in his mind, but only a second later, Leo, who was sitting on the stool, suddenly calmed down strangely, as if his emotions were swallowed by some unknown creature.
Why should he be jealous? He has a hundred ways to get rid of Lucas, so why should he be jealous of a dead person?
Leo didn't even bother to look at Lucas again, his light blue eyes flashing with extreme indifference.
He gently pulled Irene's clothes, lowered his head, and lay on the table like a puppy, looking at Irene, looking at her red face and nose.
Yes, she was young. Irene smiled and swallowed the bitter wine rising in her throat. Her nose and tongue were burning with pain. She gently lowered her head to look at Leo.
"Is it okay to do bad things at such a young age?"
"What do you think, Leonold?"
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