Chapter 60 What’s the Use of Being in Love?
This was the first time that Irene saw Leo's arrogant side. He unreasonably regarded Mrs. Irin as a profiteer who wanted to sell her long-stocked goods to Irene.
Even though she explained countless times that Mrs. Irin had never mentioned the difficulties her factory was facing, Leo still stubbornly believed that Mrs. Irin had ulterior motives. Even the fact that she had been in contact with Hannah for many years and came to New Orleans to find her as soon as she heard the news about her became evidence of Mrs. Irin's far-reaching scheming.
Cold, domineering, and irritable, Leo is now like a musket ready to fire at any moment.
"I think we need to calm down now. This dispute is meaningless to us now." Irene suppressed the anger that was about to burst out of her heart, took a deep breath, and said:
"Besides, whether or not to cooperate with Mrs. Irin and open a store in New York are all matters I should decide on my own. Essentially, it has nothing to do with you, Leo."
There was inevitably a hint of coldness in Irene's tone. She had been accustomed to living independently since she was a child, and was also accustomed to having absolute control over her own life. In the 21st century, her father could not influence her choice of school and major. Now in the 19th century, no one was qualified to dictate her life and choices.
This is her career, so she should have the final say.
Including Leo.
And if Leo had told her about Madam Irin in a friendly manner, she might have reconsidered whether Madam Irin really had ulterior motives, but who was he trying to show off to by looking like he was accusing her?
Give her a warning?
Irene felt a tightness in her chest. She said this, lifted her skirt and walked into the house without hesitation.
The green plants on both sides of the corridor hung their heads with sad brows and swayed left and right in the wind.
After traveling back in time, bad things happened one after another. She was in a much better mood when she met Hannah and Mrs. Irin at the same time today, but this good mood was quickly ended by Leo's few words.
It felt like a heavy dark cloud was pressing down on Irene's heart, making her feel upset.
Irene turned on the faucet handle and put her hand under the cool water, the coolness rushing from her fingertips to her wrists.
Leo raised his hand and turned on the faucet. His face was as dark as death. He turned off the faucet without even a word of explanation.
Although she knew that Leo probably felt that she was not fully recovered yet and it was best not to touch cold water.
But what is the use of his mouth? Just now he just couldn’t speak properly, but now he can’t even speak?
Irin's anger suddenly rose. She was a grown-up and naturally had her own judgment. She could judge whether Mrs. Irin had good intentions or not, and she could also judge whether it was okay to wash hands with cold water.
“Huahuahua——”
A waterfall of water hit the bottom of the pool, splashing a large area of beautiful water with white bubbles, and then the water poured directly onto Irene's clothes.
There was a large wet area around her waist and abdomen, which stuck tightly to her body. She was wet and cold, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Irene felt even worse.
The wet clothes were just like how she felt about Leo now—she couldn’t ignore them, but she couldn’t get rid of them either. She could only helplessly let them stay there.
It's very disgusting.
But she didn't expect that what Leo said could be even more disgusting.
The faucet was turned off, but the noise brought by every word Leo spoke was far louder than the sound of the faucet to Irene.
"Every word I say is for your own good. Why can't you listen to me?" Leo irritably unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand, staring at Irin closely. "How can you guarantee that Mrs. Irin doesn't have any other thoughts?"
Irene sneered and said sarcastically, "Excuse me, I have eyes now. I can see what she is thinking. I won't bother you."
She kept calling him "you" and her sarcastic tone was like a sharp knife stabbing Leo's heart.
He couldn't understand why Irene would argue with him for so long over an insignificant person, when they were apparently fine in the afternoon.
"The situation now is different from five years ago," Leo held his breath and tried to explain to Irin calmly, "Five years of war are enough to change many people. Madam Irin has already approached many merchants, trying to sell her long-stocked goods, and even resorted to bribery. She is no longer the same person she was five years ago."
Irene retorted without hesitation, "Do you think you are still the same person you were five years ago?"
Almost the moment these words came out of her mouth, she began to regret it. Irene cleared her throat vigorously, turned her head away awkwardly, and tried her best to hide her regret.
In an argument, whoever regrets first loses. This argument is directly about whether Leo can have a say in her life. She must not admit defeat. At least she must make Leo have a clear understanding of the boundaries of his own behavior.
Precisely because they are a very close couple, the boundaries within this intimacy need to be clearly defined.
What can and cannot be done should have been made clear from the beginning. She didn't have the chance to tell Leo five years ago, so now she has to make it clear all at once.
At least Leo would never be able to dictate her career.
Moreover, if her eyes were not damaged, Leo could not suppress the pride between his brows when he pointed out her behavior, as if he had found her omission.
This was something she could never allow.
However, Irene glanced at Leo. The man was leaning against the wall with his head half lowered, his expression could not be seen clearly, and his soft light golden short hair hung down in front of his forehead, like a little golden retriever who had made a mistake and was severely scolded by his owner.
Was her words so powerful? Irene felt a little guilty, but she quickly dispelled it.
She didn't say anything wrong, and Leo five years ago would never have argued with her like this, so she wasn't wrong.
Irene made a prompt decision and turned around and walked quickly towards her room.
She couldn't bear to watch any more. If she did, she would become soft-hearted. She must not be soft-hearted during an argument.
She walked too fast and didn't notice the steps under her feet. The ground was wet and slippery due to the rain. Irene sprained her ankle and was about to fall to the ground. Leo grabbed her arm and hugged her in his arms, saving her from the tragic state of having her nose hit and the skin broken.
The veins on Leo's arm bulged as he pulled her, his fingertips were icy, as were his palms, as if he had just been frightened into a cold sweat. Irene looked up at Leo, and the man's face was pale, and even his lips were trembling.
This pitiful appearance made Irene's originally indestructible thoughts slightly loosen, and a voice in her heart couldn't help but emerge to defend Leo.
He is still young and hasn't seen her for so many years, so it's understandable that he was angry for a moment.
Moreover, these principles can be explained slowly, and there is no need to resort to quarreling.
Didn't you hate quarrels before? Why are you using quarrels to force others to submit?
The balance in Irene's heart gradually leaned towards Leo. She broke free from Leo's arms and licked her dry lips.
"What are you having for dinner?"
"So, you just like me more five years ago, right? You don't care about me now."
Both of them spoke at the same time.
Irene was stunned for two seconds, and it took her a few seconds to realize what Leo meant.
After realizing what was happening, Irene looked at the man with red eyes in disbelief.
No, I told you not to interfere in my career. Are you in love with me?
Is this reasonable?
A strong sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in Irene's heart when she persuaded her love-brained best friend in her previous life to quit her job for Kappa.
No, there was no point in her arguing with a love-brained guy.
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