Chapter 56 From talking to driving on the highway...
Irene rubbed the corner of the quilt with her fingertips. She hesitated for a long time before asking:
"I heard from Hannah that you used your military merits to exchange for a government-backed trust? Why did you think of setting up a trust?"
She licked her lips and said in a tense tone:
"Trusts are not easy to set up, and you need to hire professional financial personnel. Have you ever thought that the money might go down the drain?"
"What if you spend so much time and still can't find me?"
As soon as Irene finished speaking, Leo continued without hesitation:
"Then keep looking. No matter where you are, I will find you."
The clock on the wall ticked slowly, and Irene's fingertips were as cold as ice. She sat diagonally on the bed, tilting her head to look at Leo. She crumpled the soft blanket into a ball and held it in her arms. Her long black hair hung at her side, scratching the back of the man's hand from time to time.
Leo said this without any hesitation, and Irene didn't know what to ask next.
Obviously, I had a lot of questions to ask just now, but after seeing Leo, some of the questions seemed to have answers.
"Would you like some more tea? Your hands feel so cold," Leo said as he was about to stand up and get the teapot.
"Wait a minute," Irene suddenly reached out and grabbed Leo's shirt. She suddenly felt a lot of courage in her heart and said in one go:
"But I am not from this era. I was born in the 21st century."
After she said the most difficult sentence, her voice became more relaxed.
"It's been 260 years since now. Logically, I shouldn't be here. We are not from the same era."
Leo paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Irene, and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question:
"But you were not happy in that era, were you?"
Irene blurted out, “How did you know?”
Leo picked up the teapot and poured Irene another cup of hot tea.
"It's still a little hot. Cover your hands with it first and drink it when it cools down a bit."
Irene took the teacup patiently and stared at Leo with burning eyes. The man's expression was much calmer than she had imagined, as if he had already known that Irene was not from this era.
He was not at all like Hannah who was shocked when she just learned about this, and he even knew that he was unhappy in the 21st century.
Could it be that Leo has some magical predictive ability?
So that's why he set up the trust, because he knew that she would find America two hundred years later?
Irene's mind was filled with a mess of strange imaginations, and she subconsciously touched the bone ring on her hand.
This was a new habit she had recently developed - when thinking, she would start turning the ring on her hand, and then pick at it a few times, just in case she could pull it off.
But fantasy is always beautiful, and Irene let go of her hand helplessly.
Today is another day when I can’t pull the ring off.
She sighed softly, and when she turned around again, she saw that the corners of Leo's lips were slightly raised, and the full lip beads in the middle of his upper lip became more obvious. The look in his eyes when he looked at her was so soft that it seemed as if water could drip out.
Irene's face flushed and she straightened her back. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Have you never seen a ring?"
She was deliberately vague, waiting for Leo to ask her where the ring came from.
Before, even a small ring mark was an eyesore, but now she was wearing a real ring. I guess Leo wouldn't pretend not to see it.
Leo suddenly half-knelt beside the bed, with his face close to Irene's fingers. Irene reflexively wanted to pull back, but her wrist was grabbed by Leo's palm.
He looked at her ring carefully for a long time, and Irene felt that her fingertips were about to burn. Leo said slowly:
"I've never seen such a plain ring. It's quite ugly."
Now it was Irene's turn to be dissatisfied.
"Look at it again. What's wrong with it? The curvature and color are both very beautiful. It also fits my hand very well. It's like a ring made for me."
"If you really think it looks good, never try to take it off."
Leo lowered his eyes slightly, held the ring and pushed it towards the base of Irene's ring finger.
Oddly enough, the ring that Irene couldn't move no matter how hard she pulled was extremely obedient in Leo's hand and was easily pushed into the base of Leo's finger.
"How did you—"
Just as the question was about to come out of her mouth, Irene suddenly closed her mouth.
Leo looked up at her with a puzzled look.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Irene smiled and waved her hands, “I was just about to ask you how you knew about this ring, but as soon as I asked, I remembered where the ring came from.”
Irene swallowed, her voice tense, "You made this ring, didn't you?"
"Yes," Leo admitted openly. He gently clicked the ring and whispered:
"This is the Bohemian way. After spending a lot of effort to make a ring and taking good care of it, it will bring the lover back to you."
Bohemian?
Irene thought for a moment, "I remember your mother was Bohemian?"
"Yes," Leo looked at her and whispered, "If you were happy, you wouldn't miss me, and you wouldn't travel back again."
Before Irene could ask him why he knew about her time travel.
Leo suddenly changed the subject, "Since you missed me, and even came back for me, why did you run away with Hannah?"
Irene was stunned by the question. She hesitated for a moment, but didn't know how to explain her feelings at the time.
“Is this hard to explain?”
As Leo was talking, he suddenly hugged her on his lap with the blanket, and his hoarse and low voice sounded in Irene's ears,
"Is it because you realize that I am different now than I was in your mind before?"
The blanket was not too thick. Irene put her left hand on Leo's chest in panic. The soft and hard chest muscles were clearly visible. Her brain seemed to have a short circuit and she continued to speak along with his words. All the little thoughts in her heart were unconsciously shaken off.
"It's because you've changed so much. It feels completely different from what I remember. It's like—"
Irene was a little speechless.
Leo kissed her forehead encouragingly, "What? It doesn't matter. Only if we make it clear will we not be angry with each other. Isn't that what you said before?"
"It's like I'm dating a different person. I still feel a little guilty, as if I betrayed the old you," Irene said the second half of the sentence in a daze, feeling dizzy as if she was drunk.
"Really? But I'm richer and more powerful than before, and I'm more capable than before. You should know all this. Even if you like me, you should like me now, right?"
Irene instinctively felt that something was wrong. She silently fell into her memories and thought for a long time before finally saying:
"But I don't like you because you are awesome. I just like you as a person. And Leo really needed me before. No, I should say we needed each other. This feeling is wonderful, as if there is always someone standing behind me."
Leo's voice was a little dangerous, "So what you mean is that you think I don't need you now?"
"Of course that's not what I meant," Irene retorted cautiously, "It's just that the degree of need is different from before. After all, you can get a lot of things on your own now, but my motivation for working hard at that time was to earn enough money to send you and Hannah to school, and buy you some nice things."
Irene felt that it was not enough after she said this, so she added: "And no matter you before or you now, you are both Leo, just at different stages of growth. It's just that I was a little confused in the past two days and was always trapped in my own thoughts, but you two are essentially the same person."
nonsense.
Leo maintained a smile on his face, but the jealousy in his heart was growing stronger and stronger. She subconsciously used the word "you two" to refer to him and the previous Leo, which meant that Irene felt from the bottom of her heart that he had changed too much, so much that she could not accept it, so she wanted to escape with Hannah.
And Irene even liked the previous loser who was so cowardly and incompetent that he couldn't even protect her.
This is simply unbelievable and incomprehensible.
The sour water of jealousy spread wildly in his chest, causing a sizzling and burning pain wherever it flowed through. He was so painful that he wanted to tear his flesh apart to let Irene see who loved her more.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Irene suddenly felt that the room was vaguely chilly. She subconsciously looked at Leo, wanting to ask him if he could get a thicker quilt, as this blanket was a bit too thin.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, Leo's hands locked tightly around her waist, pressing her waist and abdomen close to his body.
"Sister, who said that I don't need you as much as he does? I obviously need you more than he does, but why do you think I don't love you enough?"
The expression on Irene's face froze. She moved back hard, trying to distance herself from Leo, but the man's hand was pressing on her lower back like an iron claw, forcing her to stick close to him... His other hand even went a step further and put its arm around her back, the two of them pressed tightly together.
Leo buried his head in Irene's shoulder and neck, and the hot breath he exhaled while speaking tickled her skin, causing a tingling sensation.
"Isn't everything I've done in the past five years to find my sister worth less than the companionship I received in the previous years?"
He suddenly stood up and easily took off the upper body of clothes, revealing a body covered with scars.
Before Irene could react, Leo led her hands to touch the scars one by one.
A circular wound on the upper arm.
"This is the wound I got shot by a local spies while I was in Mobile trying to get information about you."
There was a large burn mark on the chest.
"This is me running into a sea of fire to get a confidential document in order to get a high enough military merit."
Tears welled up in Irene's eyes. She was almost terrified when Leo touched the narrow knife wound on her heart.
"Sister, this is for..."
"Stop talking," Irene suddenly interrupted Leo, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She pressed her trembling palm against the deep scar on Leo's chest, the cry in her voice becoming more and more obvious, "Stop talking, Leo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She apologized incoherently, and the wounds all over the man's body felt like knives stabbing into Irene's heart.
Leo had scars all over his body, and now there were more scars besides the ones she had seen before. These were all injuries he had sustained while looking for her. If she had known this earlier, she would never have run away with Hannah.
The carefully woven guilt bound Irene tightly like a vine, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Hot tears dripped onto Leo's naked body. He sighed and kissed Irene's red cheeks.
"Sister, you don't have to apologize to me. Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. I was stubborn and wanted to bring you back to me. I deserve all this."
After Leo said that, Irene felt even more upset. Only when a soft knife pierces the flesh can it be considered accurate.
She blinked and tears fell one after another. Without tears, the wound in front of her eyes looked even more hideous.
Irene kissed the scar that looked the most terrible with concern, "I should have come to you earlier. I'm sorry Leo, if I had come earlier..."
The kiss without any erotic meaning fell on Leo's chest, like a spark falling on hay during a drought, quickly burning all over his body.
Leo hugged Irene face to face like he was holding a child. His voice became extremely hoarse. He sighed and said:
"Sister, do you feel it? I really, really need you."
He spoke gently, but his legs forcefully spread Erin's knees apart.
The atmosphere that was just sad was suddenly covered with an indescribable pink bubble.
Irene's ears began to burn, and she tried to move her butt back uncomfortably, and the touch in front of her became more obvious.
She sat stiffly on Leo's lap, her face growing redder and redder.
We were just having a conversation, how come we suddenly ended up on the highway?
It wasn’t this big before.
Isn’t it said that good men can’t have a second growth?
The experts are lying!
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