Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Extra update (500 copies) ^^…
She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his comment on the dress that was totally not his size.
Maybe it's a gift she's preparing for her lover.
Leo even began to speculate that the tricks she had used on him were the result of her practice of getting along with her lover day after day, which made them so skillful and effective.
It was so useful that he couldn't bear to kill her, but also couldn't bear to leave her. It was simply a terrible trick of killing people without them knowing it.
Moreover - veins popped out on the back of Leo's hands, and his face turned terribly pale - what kind of man was worthy of her thinking about him so much.
His teeth were almost broken.
This was the first time that Leo had stared at Irene with such eyes - full of anger and irritability, and a little hurt, as if she was some kind of man-eating devil.
Irene frowned. Every time she took a step forward, Leo would take a step back. The boy's body language expressed resistance and distrust towards her, even a little fear.
She could understand distrust and caution, but what about fear?
Could it be that he was afraid that she would hurt him?
Come on, who on earth is pointing guns at people all the time? Erin took a deep breath. She now felt like she was communicating with a sensitive adolescent.
He is still an adolescent boy who kills people quickly, ruthlessly and accurately.
Although Leo is not a good person, but...
Irene bit the soft flesh inside her lips with her teeth and bit it hard, relying on the pain that suddenly shot up her nerves to try her best to suppress the abnormal excitement that filled her heart.
The feeling of being feared and attached to a ruthless criminal was truly wonderful, as if she had become his savior.
——Or maybe it’s the devil that holds his lifeline.
When she thought of this, she almost trembled with excitement, and there was even a sense of satisfaction flowing in her blood vessels.
She was pleased that she had grasped Leo's weak spot. His pain was caused by her, and his joy was also caused by her.
Just ask yourself, how many people can get this unique experience - people who get excited about killing people tremble with fear in front of you.
This feeling was simply intoxicating to her, and numbness spread through the gaps between her bones and climbed up her nerves along her spine.
My mind is filled with all kinds of fantastic and magnificent fantasies, and every cell is wrapped in inspiration.
She almost fainted.
no--
Not enough, this is far from enough. Irene bit her teeth harder and harder, almost torturing her fragile lips. She wanted more——
More vulnerable desires that are difficult to express.
The sweet smell of blood rose between her mouth and tongue, mixed with the saliva that was quickly secreted due to excitement, and she swallowed it forcefully into her throat.
The woman licked the clear teeth marks on her lips, and her tone unconsciously became seductive.
"We are friends," Irene said softly as if coaxing a child, "Did I do something wrong that made you feel uncomfortable? Tell me, okay? I will change."
"You are very important to me, and I don't want to make you sad."
The muse is of course the most important presence for a designer, and without Leo, she would achieve nothing.
She tapped the back of his hand with her fingertips, and he understood what she meant - so that he could write down the unhappy things.
What to write?
Write about how he hates and fears her, but at the same time longs to stick to his owner like a pet dog?
He could imagine what expression would appear on Irene's face, nothing more than embarrassment, awkwardness, fear, and maybe even nausea.
He was too familiar with these.
Leo pulled the corners of his lips sarcastically, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks twisted strangely.
She was very close to him, just like their first meeting in the cage. His ears were ringing violently again and his lips became stiff with fear.
Who wants to be friends with someone like you, he angrily scolded in his heart.
But why didn't he move away from her? Leo closed his eyes in pain.
Shouldn't he turn around and leave resolutely at this time, just as he had planned in the morning?
But the feeling of being beside her, with his heart pounding with anger and fear, was simply addictive.
He was angry when she looked at him, and he was afraid when she didn't look at him.
These were wonderful emotions he had never experienced before, and even the pain had a torturous sweetness.
Every inch of skin touched by Irene felt hot.
She was arrogant, intelligent, bold and clever. She treated his wounds at gunpoint, endured the fear and broke into the attic to save him, and even prepared a gift for him - the first gift he had ever received in his life.
And when he was angry, she hugged him and comforted him, as if she had great patience with him.
It was the same just now, as if she could tolerate everything about him.
He didn't understand why she had such good intentions towards him.
Unless she needs him.
For example, the gypsy alchemy secret recipe that Will has always coveted.
Apart from that, he couldn't find any other usefulness in himself that would make her risk her life to take him away.
Leo seemed not to have heard her, his expression was still as indifferent as ever, he even closed his eyes and didn't even look at her, as if she was annoying him.
Anyone who has ever raised a dog knows that people can't treat it too well.
Irene shrugged and changed the subject.
In Leo's eyes, Irene's behavior was clearly a sign of guilt. She was so guilty that she didn't even dare to emphasize what she had just said.
If he was really important to her, she would definitely explain it over and over again and ask him what he thought, instead of just brushing it off and changing the subject so quickly like she did now.
He pressed hard on his swollen heart, trying to suppress the pain from every bounce by force.
And Irene didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with Leo. She carefully turned the fabric, her tone full of interest.
"Which of these two colors do you think looks better? Does this navy blue shirt look better?" the woman's voice chattered in my ears.
Why would she ask for his opinion when making clothes for her lover?
Veins bulged on Leo's forehead. The two bundles of dark cloth that Irene held tightly in her arms were like thorns in his eyes.
Irene seemed to be saying something, but he could no longer hear it. The woman was smiling, but not for him.
But it was for a disgusting man who might have died on the way.
Even though his dagger was still tied to his leg, he was muttering about another person in his heart.
A liar, saying that he is an important person.
Irene is a liar.
Leo pursed his lips tightly, the rage of being deceived burning fiercely, hidden in it was a strong jealousy that was enough to burn his flesh.
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The young boy stood alone in the corner, leading the horse with his head lowered, making it impossible to see his expression, as if he would disappear at an intersection in the next second.
Irene suddenly felt something was wrong, as if she had been bullied too much. She had always gone along with him before, and she couldn't expect him to run away if she didn't coax him this time.
Before she could coax Leo any further, Hannah asked a more important question.
"What about this carriage?" Hannah asked worriedly, "Why not sell it? I know there's a pretty good car dealership in the city. The young master and his friends told me about it before."
"No, you can't buy it," Irene said with a serious expression. She looked at the carriage and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Donate it to the church."
Hannah was a little reluctant, "This is an authentic British item. I heard from the young master and others that it is worth a lot of money. It would be a pity to donate it."
Money was not easy to come by these days, especially for women. The only jobs they could get were tutors, tailors, nurses, and typists, but the salaries for these jobs were not high, and a black woman like her could only do hard labor and earn very little money.
Leo is a white man, but you can tell at a glance that he is a foreigner. He has no money and no skills, and he may even have to rely on prostitutes to support him.
She was not afraid of hardship, but what about the young lady? She couldn't let such a good young lady suffer. Hannah's eyes turned red as she thought about it.
Irene saw what Hannah was worried about at a glance, and a sour feeling welled up in her chest. She rubbed the back of Hannah's neck and explained in a low voice:
"It's not about money. What if someone we know recognizes us when we sell it? Even if they don't, this car is rare. Tina and the others will know where we went. Money is important, but life is more important."
"The three of us need to get to Rochester safely and smoothly."
After saying this, Irene glanced at Leo imperceptibly. The boy's expression was visibly stunned for a moment, but it was only a moment, and in the blink of an eye, his indifferent expression returned.
Tsk, Irene curled the corners of her lips, why is he so stubborn and doesn't respond to any advice or persuasion.
It’s even more fun.
"Then I will wear men's clothes to sell them. This way I won't be exposed. I will say that I found it on the street. I think I won't be discovered."
Hannah still couldn't bear to part with the large sum of money that was within her reach.
Not only was she reluctant to part with it, but Irene was also reluctant to part with it. She originally thought that the five hundred dollars she had taken was a lot, but now it seems that when the three of them arrive in Rochester, there will only be three or four hundred dollars left. They still have to rent a house and a store to purchase goods, and the days of spending money are still to come. When she thought of this, Irene's hair turned white with worry.
"How much would this car cost, including the horse?" Irene suddenly asked.
"It should be at least fifty dollars," Hannah had never seen such a good thing before. In her eyes, fifty dollars was the most she could spend on a carriage.
"Fifty is okay," Irene said, holding back her heartache. "Compared to fifty dollars, it's still—"
'At least one hundred and fifty,' Leo held up the book.
Irene turned her head quickly and said firmly, "I think we can take a risk. How about this? I'll wear men's clothes to sell, and you two will wait for me here. If I don't come back in half an hour, you two will run away. I will definitely be able to escape, trust me."
After that, she took off the pocket watch from her neck and put it into Leo's hand. She reminded him again: "Remember to keep an eye on the time. Leave after half an hour."
The pocket watch felt warm, as if it was still wrapped in the higher temperature of Irene's chest, making the originally cold and hard metal product take on a soft breath.
Leo held the pocket watch in his hand, his expression gloomy.
Irene didn't want to rush either, but there was a child and a mute, so if she didn't go, who would?
That was a hundred and fifty dollars, and it was worth taking the risk for the money, but if something unexpected happened to her this time...
Irene took a deep breath, not even daring to think about what the consequences would be if she was caught.
Especially when Tina and the others thought she had eloped with Leo, what would happen to her?
It seems that being forced back to get married is the best outcome. When I open my eyes in the morning, I hear frogs croaking and calling "Mom". It can be considered as integrating into nature, Irene thought with a wry smile.
It’s just, it’s just—
She looked steadily at Leo.
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