Chapter 30 Butterfly Caught in the Trap
"Here is her address and contact information," Ms. Irene tore off the note and handed it to Leo, "You might get a medical discount if you mention my name."
She wanted to hand it to Irene, but Irene sat at the table in a daze, holding the teacup, not knowing what she was thinking.
Leo took the note, took out his own notebook, quickly wrote a line of words, and pushed it in front of Ms. Irene:
'In the first drawer of the bedside table on the right side of Edward's room is a life insurance contract for you. He is the beneficiary.'
After reading it, Ms. Irene asked in surprise, "How did you know this?"
Leo ignored her. The boy took back the notebook and put it in his bag, then poured Irene another cup of hot tea.
He bustled around Irene, pretending not to hear the lady's question.
He looks like someone trying to cover up his mistakes.
After Leo said this, Irene finally understood where the rose scent on his body came from. It was probably from when he was searching Edward's room.
This answer overturned her previous idea that the rose scent came from other women, but it did not bring Irene any comfort. She even felt a chill all over her body.
So, Leo was just jealous that she accepted Edward's invitation and then went to search Edward's room?
As soon as this thought popped up, Irene's first reaction was fear - fear of Leo's almost perverted desire to stare at her.
But what followed was an inexplicable sense of security, as if she had an anchor in this era - because Leo cared about her far more than she thought.
Although this kind of concern seemed a little bit - Irene frowned slightly and glanced at the seemingly well-behaved boy - it was excessive to the point of being abnormal.
Two completely different emotions intertwined and collided in her heart, like a raging fire burning her blood, and scorching hot steam rose from her body, making her anxious and confused.
Can she repay Leo with the same feelings? What are her feelings for Leo? Is it just a muse?
What is the relationship between modern artists and muses? Doesn't she have any idea? Every couple around her is a naked example. When she seduced Leo, she was only concerned about keeping her muse by her side, but subconsciously blocked the fact that she was a person who traveled through time.
If she did choose to respond to Leo's emotions, who could guarantee that she would be able to stay by his side?
As the older party, can she shoulder the responsibility?
Irene rarely felt confused, and this confusion lasted until the next morning when she went to the restaurant to eat. She even deliberately avoided Leo and took her plate to where the female guests gathered.
In the morning, the restaurant was filled with guests from all over the world, but the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious. The guests were talking in low voices and were all very polite.
It was like a masquerade ball, with everyone wearing smiling masks, which made Irene, who was used to being straightforward with Leo, somewhat uncomfortable.
But the world she had lived in for the previous twenty years was also like this. Irene picked up the bread with a heavy heart.
She had to admit that in just a few days, Leo had completely changed her habits.
"What's wrong, my little baby? You look as if you haven't slept all night," Ms. Irene suddenly appeared from behind her and patted her shoulder gently.
Irene was startled. She sighed, "Do I look that bad?"
"Of course, you look much more pitiful than a newly widowed woman like me."
Irene said helplessly: "You are obviously about to embark on a beautiful new life."
Madam glanced at Leo at the other end of the restaurant, "Why, did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend yet."
"Not yet? That means it will be soon."
"Can you please stop guessing?"
"Looking at you like this, does it mean that he didn't confess to you, or do you think he doesn't have a sense of ceremony?"
"That's not it." Irene hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I'm afraid I can't bear the consequences, and I'm afraid I can't be responsible for him."
After what happened with Edward, Irene and the lady had established a friendship of sharing weal and woe, and in this world, the lady was probably the only one who could talk to her about these things, so Irene simply poured out her problems directly.
The lady put down the plate in her hand and asked, "What do you think is the real obstacle between you two?"
"In this ever-changing world, what I fear most is opening my eyes and seeing the light-colored mosquito net hanging over the bed in my room again."
Irene said that she was afraid of traveling back to the 21st century, but her wife thought that she was worried about pressure from her family, such as forcing her to go back and marry her fiancé.
The lady held her chin up and looked at Irene, "Why are you so young but you are so worried like an old man? Where is your youthful vigor?"
"I'm already 24, how can I have the youthful vigor?"
I was exhausted when I was studying for my doctorate, Irene added in her heart.
"And if you think you two are not suitable, does he think so? Don't be so self-indulgent," the lady said directly, "You can't make the decision for him."
Irene was silent for a moment, "But I can choose not to accept it."
"Yes, you can choose this, then what about those hints you gave him before? Are they bullying?" Madam said directly: "You can't bully Leo just because he likes you."
"I didn't!" Irene argued hastily, although her excuse seemed extremely pale, "I just... I just haven't figured out what to do."
"Coward, are you not going to try just because it's destined to have no results? That's such a pity." Madam tapped her forehead and said to her in the tone of an experienced person, "If you miss Leo's figure and appearance, you won't find another one."
"Experience is much more important than results. Isn't it good to enjoy love?"
"Not to mention it's a handsome guy's love," the lady looked around with a smile, "If you don't believe me, look around, there is no other man around who can compare to Leo."
"Of course not." Irene didn't even need to look, let alone here. She had seen so many handsome guys in her previous life, and Leo's appearance was one of the best.
"So, why don't you cherish the happiness you have now? Even if we have to separate, it's good to have a good memory."
Irene suddenly felt enlightened. Human life is only a few decades long. She was lucky to have traveled through time. God let her meet such a good Leo, so of course she had to cherish him.
Although there is a risk of separation, we can't just not go hiking because we are worried about mudslides.
However, although Irene understood this logic, it was still difficult for her to directly tell Leo whether she wanted to have a relationship.
The lady looked at Irene and waved to her happily. The young man behind her also nodded slightly at her, and a satisfied smile appeared on the lady's face.
It wasn't because she had solved the girl's problem, but because she had received a life insurance policy in the morning, with Edward as the beneficiary. There was also a note attached suggesting that she come to the restaurant for breakfast. The handwriting was exactly the same as Leo's.
She understood immediately what the boy wanted her to do.
You can't accept things for free, especially from a black-hearted person like Leo who looks harmless on the surface.
The lady sighed softly. Can Irene control Leo? Her originally firm answer became vaguely uncertain after receiving the life insurance.
"You stole the life insurance and gave it to your wife?" Irene asked in a surprised tone.
Leo nodded, a little proud, and wrote, 'I think she could use it.'
"Of course this can be used," Irene's eyes sparkled. "This is at least some evidence. Madam is sure to make the insurance work. She is so smart."
It is indeed easy to deal with smart people, Leo nodded again as if in agreement.
He could clearly see Irene's ambivalent attitude, but as the person involved, he could not persuade her like an outsider. Hannah was Irene's confidant and would definitely not speak for him. After thinking it over, the most suitable person to persuade Irene was Mrs. Edward.
In fact, he didn't understand what Irene was worried about, but he could guess by instinct that if he let Irene continue to hesitate, it would take a very long time for them to get used to each other.
But he couldn't wait any longer.
He was afraid that if she hesitated any further, he would not be able to help but lock her up in a corner where only he could see her.
Leo knew very well what kind of person he was, and he knew that he was indeed capable of doing such a thing, but if he really did something like imprisoning someone, there would be no possibility for him and Irene to be together.
He has to rob, but he has to use roundabout means.
I can't let Irene get angry, he thought.
Fortunately, his intuition was right again. The boy looked at Irene with curved eyebrows. His soft hair hung loosely over his eyes, making him look even softer.
He doesn't look like a murderer at all.
This thought flashed through Irene's mind, and then was washed away by her like a wave on the beach.
He just killed the damned person to save himself, and he is not the kind of criminal who really enjoys killing.
All Irene could see now was the clean Leo, the pure, beautiful Leo who looked like a doll.
She had forgotten all about the boy's past barbaric behavior, and all that was left was heartache. She felt sorry for what kind of past Leo had gone through to force such a good boy to become so dark and cold.
But he was able to think of helping his wife get the life insurance contract.
In short, Irene was obsessed.
The more she looked at Leo, the more she felt that the boy was good in every way: he was good-looking, had a good heart, and an even better personality. Even the fact that he couldn't speak was a form of imperfect beauty.
Leo pushed his little notebook in front of Irene, with a line of words scribbled on it.
"I did so much, but you were still mean to me and scolded me yesterday."
It was not written on the spot, and there were faint wrinkles on the paper, like the traces of a watermark that had dried, and the raised tail of the 'd' was even more blurred.
He must have been crying while writing, and he was holding the pen with the hand he wiped his tears, so the words were so blurry.
This line of words seemed like Leo was accusing Irene of grievance. Although no sound could be heard, the boy's sad expression and this line of words were enough to make Irene feel sad and upset.
Leo took back the notebook and lowered his head to write for a while.
'Because I couldn't speak, I didn't even have time to explain to you.'
'You are very angry, so angry that you don't want to listen to me.'
"I beg you to give me a chance to defend myself later."
'I don't want you to think I'm a bad person.'
The boy used simple words and his handwriting was crooked. He looked at Irene, and his beautiful eyes did not show any signs of resentment.
It seemed that no matter how much Irene hurt him, he would never be angry with Irene.
'Because I like Irene.'
The last sentence was like a sharp blade, piercing Irene's guilty heart.
How could she have done such a thing at that time? Irene was almost completely overwhelmed by regret. She wished she could go back in time and slap herself hard in the face for not trusting Leo at that time.
What she did was all very stupid and hurtful. Irene regretted it so much that her intestines were almost turning green. She apologized subconsciously.
"I'm sorry Leo, I shouldn't have treated you like that..."
The boy suddenly stood up straight, leaned forward, stared at Irene with his aquamarine eyes, and shook his head.
Irene subconsciously glanced at the notebook, and there was a sentence neatly written on it:
'Erin, you don't have to apologize to me. I will always like you and will never be angry with you.'
The word order was reversed and the handwriting was childish, but this line of words hit Irene like a heavy punch, making her dizzy and almost crying.
Her lips were trembling, tears of guilt hung on her eyelashes, and her breath was filled with the same basil scent as the boy's.
Wait, the little remaining sanity asked, when did Leo write this sentence.
The next second, soft lips with a light scent of water pressed against mine.
When the boy tilted his head back and kissed the corner of her lips, the little bit of rationality that Irene had finally recovered completely collapsed.
The butterfly is caught in the net.
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