Chapter 57 Breaking into the lover’s soft…
"Every day I can't find you, I wonder why the world is still going on as usual? Why is everyone still smiling? You are no longer in this world. In my eyes, a world without you is so boring."
Leo whispered softly in Irene's ear about his experiences over the past five years.
"I searched the princess's mansion for a long time, and even searched the basement carefully, but I couldn't find you. I went to Mobile again, and everyone said they had never seen you. They advised me to give up, but I didn't believe it. I didn't believe you would abandon me like this."
"Then it was Rochester, New Orleans, and the last stop was Texas on August 7, 1862. You searched all over the United States, but you couldn't find me."
Irene's voice was filled with tears and heartache that could not be concealed.
"America is so big, how could you have searched for so long by yourself? It's all my fault. I made you suffer so much for nothing. I wish I had told you back then that I was not from this era."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I had told you earlier, this wouldn't have happened," Irene said, tears streaming down her face again.
At an angle that Irene couldn't see, Leo curled the corners of his lips. The soft light sprinkled on his eyelashes, casting a dark shadow. He put his arm around Irene's waist and patted her back with his other hand, comforting her like he was coaxing a child.
After staying in the blanket for a while, Irene looked a little better. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder, her long and thick eyelashes wet with tears and formed into clusters.
His eye circles and nose tip were all red, and he was still sniffing pitifully.
Looks like he's easy to bully.
The scene of their first meeting suddenly appeared in Leo's mind.
Irene tiptoed and pushed open the creaking wooden door of the attic. She didn't care that the blood and dust in the cage would dirty her clean and beautiful skirt. Her bandaging movements were skillful and accurate.
It was as if an angel had descended upon his dirty and boring life. It was the first time that Leo felt valued. From then on, his black and white world was painted with a touch of bright color.
The sound of rain outside the room seemed to get louder, crackling against the beams, and the strong wind blew the fallen leaves, whistling against the windows.
It’s very cold outside, but the quilt is warm, and the person in my arms is also warm.
Irene kissed Leo's jaw distressedly. Her soft lips only touched him lightly, and her tone was full of apology and regret.
"I didn't expect to travel back so suddenly. I had thought I would at least send you to college, let you meet new friends, and have a new life before leaving, but I didn't expect it to be so sudden."
Leo kissed Irene's forehead and lowered his head to hide the anger in his eyes that was ignited by Irene's words.
Irene was always like this, always trying to push him away by saying that she was considering him.
She was not firm enough, she didn't believe that they could be together forever, so she would never give her true heart to him. She just scratched the palm of his hand like a kitten, then jumped away lightly, standing high up in the tree and mocking his embarrassment.
Irene is always like this, always giving him hope and then destroying it easily.
Like countless times before.
After a passionate kiss, she would smile and say to Hannah, "Does a kiss mean love? If you like someone, do we have to be together?"
When Mrs. Irin mistakenly thought they were a couple, she denied it loudly, but after returning to the room, she still did not reject his intimate contact.
She even made clothes for him like a wife, and showed concern for him in every way.
But when he made up his mind to propose to her, Irene completely disappeared from his life.
He finally saw a little hope of surviving in the world, but it was cruelly wiped out by Irene every time. She was very bold in other things, but she was like a timid mouse when it came to love, and was best at making excuses for herself to escape.
Including now, every tear Irene shed in front of him was just because she was temporarily moved by him. When she came out of her emotions, she would have countless concerns and worries again, and might even push him away, like countless times before.
In short, Irene is a bad woman who is good at playing with people's hearts.
This was the final conclusion he came to after recalling every detail of their time together over and over again for countless nights.
Leo gently brushed away the hair stuck to Irene's lips. He lifted her chin loosely and looked at her with eyes full of admiration and love, without a trace of anger that had been brewing for years.
"It doesn't matter. Just let the past be the past. I don't care about the past anymore. As long as you are by my side in the future, I don't care about anything."
"Sister, I only want you."
The word 'want' seemed extremely ambiguous, and coupled with Leo's gradually heavier breathing, it was obvious what he was hinting at.
Not to mention that Leo was pressed tightly against her waist and abdomen, and some parts of his body were pressing against her with a strong presence.
Irene swallowed subconsciously, but her throat was still very dry and her fingertips curled up involuntarily.
She was not afraid of this matter. It should have happened a long time ago, but she just didn't have the tools.
Her only concern was that although Leo was clearly expressing his love to her tenderly, her intuition was like an electric shock, telling her that something was wrong.
Everything was wrong, but if asked to say what was wrong specifically, Irene couldn't say it. She just felt that something was wrong with Leo, very wrong.
He now knows that she is from the future, but he doesn't seem to be worried at all about her traveling back in time. He is even willing to write off his five years of hard work in finding her.
According to Leo's previous personality, he would use this incident to win her sympathy and make her promise that she would always be by his side.
Why did Leo suddenly become so strange?
Irene looked up at Leo's eyes filled with tenderness, and felt something was wrong in her heart.
Confusedly, she recalled Leo four years ago - he was extremely indifferent to everyone except her, felt no guilt after doing something wrong, and was vindictive. Even the thought of killing could not stir up any ripples in his eyes.
And Leo would force her to do things she didn't want to do against her will.
Irene knew very well that because of Leo's past living environment, he was essentially an abnormally selfish person.
She had always felt that she had time to soften Leo, but before she could correct the sharp edges in Leo that hurt her.
Four years passed in a flash.
Is it possible that four years of war is enough to change a person's habits that have been developed over many years?
Irene thought she knew Leo well enough, and even when she walked back through the tunnel, she was mentally prepared for the possibility of being harshly questioned or locked up by Leo.
But she didn't expect that Leo knew that she had already escaped through the tunnel, but he just stood at home waiting for her to turn back.
What was even more unexpected was that Leo now behaved so abnormally gentle, tolerant and magnanimous.
This was obviously a good thing for her, but Irene inexplicably had a bad feeling.
It's a very strange feeling, like walking on land where you are not sure where the mines are hidden, and no one knows whether the next step will be safe.
However, before Irene could figure out how to respond to Leo's words, Leo lowered his head, opened his mouth and kissed her lips, pushed her shoulders, and pressed on her.
"What are you thinking about again?" Leo bit her lower lip and rubbed it carefully. He pushed open her teeth with the tip of his flexible tongue and bit the tip of Irene's tongue gently. He said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why are you still in a daze when you are sitting in my arms? Am I not doing well enough to attract my sister's attention?"
He called the word "sister" in a particularly tender way, the sticky liquid swirled around the tip of his tongue and was drowned in the four entangled lips.
Leo kissed Irene's lips down the corners, looking up at her reaction, exploring her preferences like a serious student.
He licked Irene's soft lips over and over again, twisting his tongue to squeeze out more juice, sucking and swallowing.
Going down and kissing the side of her neck, Irene would unconsciously shrink her body and let out a light moan as if an itch was scratched. She seemed to want to push him away, but her hands were powerless, so she just rested her hands limply on his shoulders, as if letting him do whatever he wanted.
Her eyes were hazy and she could only clumsily open her lips to let him eat her. She was as soft as a doll made of water, and a fountain of water would overflow from her mouth when touched.
She was very obedient, so obedient that she wanted him to lock her up in a place where only he could see her - as if they were the only two people left in the world and no one could take Irene's sight away.
She looked at him, and could only look at him, just like now.
Leo looked at her with more and more impudence, his mouth kept moving, his eyes looking upwards. There were sharp wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he stared at her like a ferocious predator, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.
Greedy and lustful, full of compelling desires.
"Stop looking at me," Irene raised her hands to cover Leo's eyes, her tone hinting at her extreme collapse from shame.
How could anyone be like that?
Who would stare at each other while kissing?
This is too colorful...
Irene's face was very hot and her waist and abdomen were very soft. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she must have been kissed to pieces.
The waves of desire that kept coming almost devoured all of her rationality, and Irene had no time to think about the questions that had just been circling in her mind.
She was now content with having only her long-lost lover left.
Leo chuckled, the ending tone was low, sexy but gentle.
He caressed her wrist with his fingertips, pulled her hand and pressed it forcefully against his side, staring at her with his gentle deep blue eyes without blinking.
Irene melted in this intoxicating look.
The sound of rain outside the window was getting louder and louder, hitting the glass windows. The strong wind blew up the fallen leaves, making the wooden door creak. The drawer in the room made a noise, and the people on duty outside tacitly moved away.
The sound of rain was crisp, and Leo raised his hand to pull down the light green gauze curtain.
On a rainy day in early autumn, the hunter draws in his nets and gently penetrates his lover's soft body.
*
"Boss, you seem to be in a good mood," James came up with a smile, "Can our brothers guarding the tunnel entrance withdraw now?"
Leo was getting hot water for Irene to make tea. The red mark on his neck was particularly conspicuous. He was wearing a single layer of clothes and didn't care about James' teasing look at all.
"Don't retreat yet. We can have fewer people. Four people can take turns guarding. Also, have someone keep a close eye on Hannah's room. If anyone tries to escape, come to me immediately."
"What about newspapers? What we have collected in the past three days is not complete, and there are still many that cannot be bought. Do you want to look for them again?"
"No, these are enough."
"Okay."
James glanced at the tightly closed room. Irene couldn't see it, but martial artists like them could see it at a glance - there were at least four or five men with guns surrounding the room.
Such a big fuss was made just to keep an eye on a fragile woman. James shook his head and felt from the bottom of his heart that his boss really needed to be exorcised.
Miss Irene is not a supernatural being, can she really fly away?
Irene, who is being missed by many people, is now sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, flipping through newspapers from the past few years. She found this in the drawer when she was holding the water cup just now. It was a thick stack of newspapers neatly bound, and the outermost layer was even wrapped with a protective film.
She flipped through it roughly and it seemed that Leo had picked out a lot of newspapers that were related to him and kept them carefully. Irene laughed secretly in her heart.
I didn't expect Leo to have such a childish side. Did he keep so many newspapers about himself so that he could admire his heroic achievements at any time?
It’s so cute just thinking about it.
After Irene finished flipping through the pages, she began to carefully read the war details one by one in chronological order.
She lay on her back on the bed, crossed her legs, and looked at the first picture comfortably.
The top newspaper had an earlier date, with a half-length portrait of Leo printed in unclear gray-black ink, and the text box on the side clearly recorded each of his achievements and countless titles.
But this is not the most important thing. Irene clearly saw a line of words printed under his photo -
"My wife Irene disappeared on May 29, 1861 at the Spanish Princess's Residence in New Orleans. If you have any clues, please contact xx."
The last two words are unclear, as if the ink was blurred by water.
There was also a photo of her in the newspaper.
The first, the second, the third... Irene flipped through the pages faster and faster, and in the end she didn't even need to look for the line she was looking for, she could see it at a glance.
This is printed in all the newspapers.
From the first to the last, as long as there is text reporting on Leo, there must be a revelation about looking for her, and the two names are close together.
As Leo's military achievements became more and more prominent, the space he occupied in the newspapers became larger and larger. As a result, her photo became more and more prominent, from a position in the lower gap to occupying one-third of the page.
Irene sat up straight, her hands almost shaking as she flipped through the newspaper.
She looked at the black and white ink print of Leo's photo - the man had a scruffy beard and short hair, sitting coldly on a stool. Leo didn't even look at the camera, letting the flash capture his figure.
From the first time he appeared in the newspaper in 1861 to the last time earlier this year, Leo's body became stronger, but his expression became more and more dull and indifferent.
Every photo is like this, with bandages wrapped around his body to varying degrees, as if her departure had drained all his energy.
The report always ends with the same sentence: "The fundamental reason why I can achieve what I have today is my wife Irene. She has supported me step by step to where I am today. I hope God will bless me to find her as soon as possible."
Five years have passed, the houses destroyed by the bombs have been rebuilt, and those who lost their family and friends have gradually healed their pain. Only Leo -
Only Leo was still clinging to the past, repeating the days of not being able to find her day after day.
The strong and insoluble love completely overwhelmed Irene. Before she finished reading the specific details of the war in the newspaper, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and the problem that was just on her mind was completely thrown behind her.
Even if Leo had changed drastically in these four years, what did she have to worry about since he loved her so much?
Irene quickly put on her skirt and shoes, and in her panic she didn't even notice that she had buttoned two wrong buttons.
Now she just wanted to hug Leo, who had been looking for her for five years. She wanted to let him know that if possible, she never wanted to leave him.
Just as he put on his shoes, Leo pushed the door open. Before he could ask, Irene hugged Leo's waist tightly like a little koala.
The wind blew in through the window, and the newspaper on the bed rustled.
Leo carefully placed the kettle on the low table at the entrance. He glanced at the newspaper rustling on the bed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Irene cried so hard that Leo felt his chest was wet again. He hugged Irene quietly for a while, and when her chest was no longer rising and falling violently, he whispered:
"Why are you still crying? If you keep crying, your eyes will be swollen when you wake up tomorrow."
After seeing all the sacrifices he had made, it was time for him to say that she would never leave him.
As long as she sincerely makes a wish, the Bohemian curse will bind her to this era forever.
Short-lived sincerity is still sincerity.
He didn't care whether Irene would regret it or not, he just wanted Irene to stay with him.
Even if she would hate him for the rest of her life after she found out the truth.
So what, being hated is better than never seeing her again.
In the dark side where the light cannot reach, Leo's eyes were dark and thick.
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