Chapter 38: An itch started between the bones...
Irene's eyes were like a perspective mirror, able to see directly into Leo's hidden thoughts.
The main thing was that his blatant look didn't subside at all, as if he wanted to kick Lucas out on the spot.
She was really afraid that Leo would do something outrageous again in anger, such as taking her to eavesdrop on Lucas' privacy so that she could see it clearly.
We should teach him a lesson sooner rather than later, so that he won't do anything stupid.
Leo turned his head away angrily, not even looking at Irene, his eyes were red. The boy hung his face and stared at the candlestick on the table, looking angry as if the candlestick had provoked him in some way.
Irene felt as if he would raise his hand and throw the candlestick off the table in the next second. She unconsciously moved further away from Lucas while taking out the trash.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lucas quickly changed the subject and asked Irene, "I didn't have time to ask you just now, what do you do now, Senior Sister? Are you still a designer?"
Senior sister? Leo was a little confused when he heard this title.
"It's not that easy. I ran away from the manor with them. I met a noble lady before. She gave me an invitation to a noble banquet in New Orleans. I plan to make a skirt in the next few days and wear it to the banquet to see if it can attract some attention."
"I hope a hundred rich ladies will fall from the sky and like my designs, and spend huge sums of money to buy the clothes I make." Just thinking about this made Irene almost happy.
"I'm daydreaming before I even go to bed. You're kind of funny, senior sister," Lucas replied. They had been teasing each other like this in the 21st century, and now that they had a common experience of traveling through time, their communication seemed even more intimate.
The way they spoke and the intimate movements all highlighted the special relationship between them.
Leo felt sour and jealous, his face turned livid, and his fingertips dug into the wound that had not healed yet. The pain in his arm was not even a bit comparable to the pain in his heart.
Irene's hands were stained with crayfish juice, and Lucas naturally took the wine glass in front of her and filled it up, and tore off two pieces of paper for her to wipe her hands.
He looked considerate, meticulous and thorough, as if he was the only one who could serve people.
How come he is so considerate but doesn't even help Irene peel crayfish? He looks like an idiot, not even half as good as him.
Leo pulled the lobster head off his hand with force, and the bright red soup sprayed directly onto Lucas who was sitting diagonally opposite him, leaving a fingernail-sized oil mark on his white shirt that was gradually spreading.
Like the blood that spreads after a bullet passes through the chamber.
Leo raised the corners of his lips and grinned at Lucas with a forced smile, which did not seem like an apology but more like a provocation.
Hannah moved away from Leo calmly. She was wearing new clothes that the lady bought for her today, and she couldn't let Leo touch her. The greasy spots would be hard to wash off.
The smile on Lucas's face froze.
Irene quickly tried to smooth things over, "Leo is young and can't talk, so don't bother with him. I'll take the shirt back and wash it for you."
"No, there's no need to bother you with such a small matter," Lucas said with a smile, "Please come to my studio and give me some advice. I feel that the styles of several of my suits are not up to standard."
Irene agreed immediately. "Why not? I can just go to your place and borrow some tools. The ones I use now are all bought from the tailor shop, and they're not very convenient."
Lucas glanced at Leo with a smile. In Leo's eyes, this look was a naked show-off, showing off his intimacy with Irene.
Especially since Irene echoed him, as if she was completely unaware of Lucas's ill intentions. Leo was so angry that he almost spoke.
Looking at the watch, it was almost eleven o'clock. Lucas tactfully paid the bill and told Irene the address of his studio. The two groups said goodbye at the door of the pub.
On the way back to the house, Leo had a sullen face and didn't make any eye contact with Irene, just like a young wife who caught her husband cheating. There was no resentment on his face, but in fact his heart was full of regret - regret that he shouldn't have gone out for a midnight snack with Irene tonight.
If you don’t have a midnight snack, you won’t run into Lucas.
It's all because of these taverns that are still open at night. It would be better if there were no shops open at night like in Mobile.
Leo couldn't even help but start to get angry about why the morning ship wasn't delayed. If it was delayed for a few hours, he would have to see a doctor and there would be no midnight snack at all.
The night breeze brought a slight coolness, and there were few people on the empty streets, which made it seem quite quiet.
After Irene and Lucas parted ways, her mood was obviously low. Perhaps it was because there was no one to joke around with, and the issue of traveling back to the 21st century came to her mind again.
Leo saw that she looked worried, which was just the proof that she was reluctant to part with Lucas.
Sour water was bubbling in my heart in strings, like a bottle of Coca-Cola in a plastic bag that was shaken all the way and sprayed three feet high when it was unscrewed.
As soon as they entered the house, Hannah had no time to ask Irene which bed sheet and quilt she wanted.
Leo angrily dragged Irene into the room where she was working today, and the door closed with a bang.
Less than two seconds later, a dissatisfied cough was heard downstairs, and someone knocked on the bed, warning them to be quiet.
Hannah awkwardly put down her hand that was about to knock on Irene's door, and walked as quietly as possible.
The soundproofing in this room is so poor.
She glanced at Irene's silent room again, and for a moment she was somewhat glad that Leo was a mute and would not have a big fight with Irene at this time.
However, I still have to remind the ladies to be careful tomorrow, Hannah thought helplessly.
'Why are you so close to him, why are you smiling at him, why are you crying in front of him.'
A series of whys rushed into Irene's eyes, like accusations and questions.
The boy sat where she had just been drawing, staring at Irene with wet eyes, looking very sad.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol. Irene pushed open the wooden window, and the night breeze blew in with faint moonlight.
Alcohol was rushing through her body, Leo's beautiful lips were swaying before her eyes, she was staring at the boy like a fascinated person, the questioning voices in her ears were getting farther and farther away.
Irene was clearly aware that she was drunk.
Because all that was left in her eyes was the anger and sadness in Leo's pupils, and her heart ached dully - the pain caused by the pity for the young man.
Irene unconsciously touched the boy's hot skin at the corner of his eye and whispered:
"Don't be angry, I don't like him."
'Then why are you smiling at him?'
Leo was still obsessed with this question, and he was determined not to give up until he got an answer.
"I'm smiling at everyone, not just him," Irene tried to evade the question.
'It's different. You smile more relaxedly in front of him, and it's not fake at all.'
"Why, why are you only smiling at him?"
A strange emotion surged in Irene's chest, prompting her to want to completely clear up the matter of time travel in front of Leo, so that she could explain the whole thing and get rid of his hatred for Lucas.
But would Leo believe it if she told him? Any normal person would not believe such a weird thing.
Irene laughed at herself and said casually:
“Because he’s different.”
"What's the difference between him and you, just because he calls you Senior Sister? I can do the same."
"That's not the reason. We knew each other before."
'So what? We know each other.'
"That's not what I meant." Irene held down Leo's hand as he was about to pick up the notebook and pen, and said helplessly, "Can we not dwell on Lucas's affairs? He is just an outsider, that's all."
"I didn't like him before, and I won't like him now."
The dim wall lamp shone on Leo's profile, casting a soft warm light on his facial features like the gilded sunset.
The boy looked more and more innocent, like an angel fallen to the earth.
It was hard for Irene to associate him with the ruthless Leo who killed people.
Now Leo will no longer treat Edward or Lucas with the same attitude as before when he wanted to kill John.
But at the same time, Irene was also very clear that this change was caused by her, and it was she who made Leo become like this.
She was both delighted and a little scared at Leo's change.
Irene knew that Leo's ferocity was the basis for his survival in this world, but if she could teach Leo to restrain his claws and try to listen to others, wouldn't it be like letting the ferocious beasts in the mountains take away a layer of defense?
At the same time, does this mean that Leo may be more prone to injury?
Leo's change was like a double-edged sword, weighing heavily on Irene's heart.
Irene suddenly noticed that the boy's arm was curled unnaturally, and there seemed to be a big tear in his sleeve, and some dark marks could be vaguely seen. For a moment, Irene's heart was gripped tightly.
"How did you get hurt? You were injured and still drinking. You're not going to die. When did you get hurt?"
Seeing Irene's nervous look, Leo felt much more comfortable, even a little proud.
See, she still cares about me the most.
A series of questions bombarded Leo like bombs. Irene hurriedly took out the medicine for treating the wound from the package and frowned:
"Take off your clothes and I'll take care of it for you."
Leo was very obedient at this time, perhaps because he had learned from Irene's heartache when she saw his scars, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and took it off very quickly.
The moonlight sprinkled on his tight skin with even bones and flesh, as if covered with a hazy veil.
This is truly the emperor's new clothes.
Irene's brain was briefly controlled by alcohol. Her eyes unconsciously turned around Leo, scanning him carefully.
Well, fortunately there are no other wounds, Irene added in her heart, trying to cover up her mistake.
She gently pulled Leo's arm, treating the wound while complaining:
"You're so old, but you don't even take care of your own body. You're always getting a little cut here or there. I can't let you go if you're like this."
Walk?
Where else does she want to go?
Irene actually wanted to abandon him?
The cold air went straight into my chest and climbed up my throat.
Irene felt a pain in her wrist, and the boy suddenly stood up, so that his body could completely cover her in the small room.
The steaming, fresh body carries the young man's irresistible and tough attitude.
Eyebrows, lips, red cheekbones, fierce eyes, Leo is like a wolf on the edge of anger, just wanting to grab the throat of his prey urgently.
He stared at her coldly, and the look in his eyes alone made her bones itch and the blood flowing in her body became restless.
The natural wildness is untamable and has a captivating charm.
Irene was almost dizzy, the heat from the alcohol rushed to her limbs, she felt weak all over, she didn't even have the strength to stand up straight, maybe it wasn't just because of the beer, it was more of a biological instinct -
Desire to conquer, and also desire to be conquered; desire to possess, and also desire to be possessed.
She clearly heard the sound of herself swallowing saliva.
"No."
The boy's voice was strangely hoarse, yet extremely sharp, like the crackling sound of a broken chalk tip hitting a blackboard.
"You can speak now?" Irene was so surprised that her brain suddenly became clear. She stared at Leo with excitement, "Say it again."
"No," Leo held Irene's wrist tightly and repeated the same words over and over again. His voice became smoother from stiff, but with a hint of crying.
"You are not allowed to leave."
Bowing, kissing, crying, Leo was extremely skilled in the process.
He showed his most pitiful side just right, as if the brutality just now had never existed.
Irene held her breath and tilted her head. The boy bit her lips, his eyes sparkling with a crystal luster like a small animal.
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