Chapter 611


    After shopping for wine in the middle of the night, Heather and Leon went home. He opened the


    vehicle’s trunk and took out a wooden box from it which contained several bottles of wine they had just


    bought.


    The weight was nothing to Leon, and obviously it didn’t matter to Heather as well. However, she


    thought it would be more suitable for the man to carry it.


    The wind blew through Leon’s hair before Heather reached out to fix it. It was quite cold outside at


    night, and she wanted to return quickly to the warm room while Leon followed closely behind her at that


    moment.


    “You have to drink all of this, Heather. Otherwise, you’ll be sorry.” He pouted adorably. Sometimes, he


    looked like an overgrown child.


    “Yeah, don’t worry.” She nodded, wondering why he was so stubborn and how much the incident back


    then had hurt him.


    “Hurry up and get in,” said Heather to Leon as she stepped into the elevator.


    As he carried the box of wine, he smiled. Many times, Heather envied him for his ‘casual’ lifestyle. She


    had no idea what kind of burden he carried, and he always looked positive and optimistic.


    Just then, the clock sounded from the living room. She noticed the antique clock that looked like it had


    a long history, and she couldn’t help wondering why the previous owner kept everything here.


    “Did this house always look like this?” she asked, suddenly interested in the house.


    “I made a few changes here and there.” He nced around the room, and his gaze shifted to the


    second floor.


    “This house isn’t too bad!” He quickly took the opportunity topliment the house he picked, which


    was an exquisitely decorated vi despite being a second-hand house.


    “Yes, you do have good taste,” she said with a wry smile, noticing the feng shui of the room.


    It seemed like the previous owner wasn’t only a fan of European style, but they also paid special


    attention to feng shui. Indeed, living in a house that was filled with positive energy would bring


    prosperity to the person.


    She wondered if the previous owner had run away, and what was the reason behind it. Like a detective,


    she began to explore the reasons.


    “You have a strange look on your face. Is there something wrong with my house?” Leon asked in


    confusion while looking at her mysterious face. It felt as though there was something in his house.


    “Nothing. I’m just curious about the previous owner of this ce,” she said inly, wanting to know


    more about the previous owner.


    Leon stared at her bewilderedly, not knowing what she was up to. “Don’t worry. The previous owner


    was just an entric old man with nothing special about him.”


    He furrowed his brows at the thought of the old man’s strange appearance, for he had never seen such


    a strange person. He frowned in dissatisfaction, thinking of certain unpleasant experiences.


    “An entric old man.” Heather tried to recall any details, but it seemed like there was no such person


    in her memories.


    “Well, would you like a drink?” Leon reminded her. For some reason, he felt like she had no interest in


    drinking anymore, for her attention had already drifted elsewhere.


    “Yes.” She spoke in a firm voice.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    With that, he opened the bottle of wine. This was the most expensive wine they could buy at this time,


    and he tried to give her the most expensive one. She took a whiff and immediately noticed the


    difference between this and good quality wine.


    When he saw her subconscious frown, Leon began to worry that she would spit it out after taking a sip.


    She had been pampered since young, so he didn’t know why she was making things difficult for


    herself.


    However, what he was worried about didn’t happen. Heather took a sip and revealed a soothing smile.


    As she nced at Leon’s nervous expression, she didn’t know what to say. It was just a ss of


    ordinary wine, not poison.


    “You’re amazing, Heather.” Leon couldn’t help but apud her. She had finally changed his perception


    of her.


    “Don’t be a smart*ss.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Drink.”


    The two then went back and forth, and Heather’s tolerance was as good as Leon’s. One ss after


    another, the bottle was soon emptied out.


    Meanwhile, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol. Heather sat on the chair while Leon spread


    across the couch, uncaring of his image.


    “I wonder how those girls at school, who see you as a noble man and prince, would react if they


    happen to see you like this,” she said teasingly.


    Meanwhile, he didn’t mind it at all since he wasn’t an uptight person. As far as manners were


    concerned, it was just an act he put on in front of people and a trick he used to get girls.


    “I call this my true nature.” He brought the wine to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.


    “Right. True nature.” Sheughed cheerfully. It was only natural that she let go a little after a few drinks.


    As they rambled on, they had never felt so rxed like this. In fact, Leon found that she was less


    sharp-tongued and even more gentle. Was this the power of love?


    It was incredible. He leaned closer to her unconsciously, but she instinctively furrowed her brows since


    she was still not used to others being so close to her.


    “Heather.” The smell of alcohol brushed against her face, and Leon wanted to rest his face against her.


    “You’re crossing the safe distance, Leon.” In the past, she would have pushed him away. This time, she


    didn’t do so since she wanted to be nice to him.


    However, as she looked at the mischievous look on his face, Heather was itching to p his hand off


    her arm. Just then, he slumped toward her. He was quite heavy.


    “Have you had too much?” She grabbed a fistful of his hair; it was slightly curly and felt good to the


    touch.


    “Nope.” He thought he was sober and perfectly fine.


    “I’ll take you to your room.” Heather didn’t want to drink anymore, for she had no interest in drinking


    with a drunk person. At that moment, Leon looked like he wasn’t able to hold himself up anymore.


    “No.” He hadn’t had enough to drink yet. With some booze in his head, he wanted to keep drinking.


    “Stop messing around.” She was afraid Leon already had too much to drink, and he’d act like a child.


    “No, Heather. Stop forcing me.” He looked at her sorrowfully, and it made her feel a little uneasy—it


    seemed as though she had done something unforgivable.


    That night, he was like a nonsensical child while Heather painstakingly took care of him. She hadn’t


    been feeling sleepy in the beginning, and she was wide awake right now. Hence, she could only take


    care of Leon.


    While Leon was yelling for this and that, Heather even suspected that he was deliberately pretending to


    be drunk to mess with her. After all, his tolerance for alcohol wasn’t this bad.


    “Liking someone is so painful, Heather.” Suddenly, he spoke dramatically. Heather put a hand to her


    forehead, not wanting to listen to this at all.


    “Yes, it is.” She agreed with him. Love was torturous and caused unrest to many.


    “I don’t even have the guts to pursue someone. Am I too spineless?” Leon asked childishly.


    “No, that means you’re more mature about your feelings,” she said politely. Nheless, she secretly


    wanted to knock him out with a punch. That way, she wouldn’t have to listen to him bber about


    random things.


    “Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” She looked around searching for sleeping pills, wondering if it would


    work.


    After messing about throughout the night, she couldn’t stand it anymore and went back to her bedroom


    during the day. After freshening up, she went to lie down on the bed in satisfaction, not caring whether


    Leon was okay. After all, he was finally asleep. In fact, she hoped that he wouldn’t be awake anytime


    soon.


    Not long after she left, Leon opened his eyes, and the haziness in his eyes vanished. Instead, he


    looked sober.


    In fact, he hadn’t been drunk at all—he was simply messing with Heather to see how much she would


    tolerate it. The result was unexpected; even after all his tricks, she was still rxed and simply didn’t


    take anything to heart.


    Has she really changed because of love?


    He wasn’t sure about this, and Heather probably wasn’t sure either.


    Not long after lying in bed, she finally fell into a deep sleep. While she was asleep, the battle between


    the Locke family and Hart family ensued again in Bradfort City. Now, the two families were considered


    rivals, and the two heads of the families couldn’t see eye to eye.


    By the time Heather woke up again, it was already bright outside. She nced at the clock and realized


    it was 3.00PM. Now, it was the most suitable time to go to the balcony and soak in the sun.


    With that, she climbed off the bed leisurely—such a rxed andfortable life was really nice. It was


    no wonder Leon wanted to buy a vi. As it turned out, living in a vi was vastly different from living in


    an apartment.


    When she opened the door, she spotted Leon in the hallway. She walked over to him, and it seemed


    like he was worried about something.


    “When did you get up, Leon?” It was unusual for him to be up so early.


    Usually, he would stay in bed for a long time, not to mention he was a drunken mess the night before.


    When she thought about his childish behavior, she almost couldn’t hold back herughter.


    “I woke up early. I was waiting for you to get up, and we…” He trailed off as he thought of something.


    “Yes?” She didn’t like the fact that he didn’t finish his sentence, for it made her feel weird.


    “I woke up not long ago, and I was thinking if I should wake you up.” In truth, he had gone into her room


    once. He ended up not waking her up after seeing how soundly she slept.


    Leon’s words were contradictory, and she wasn’t easily bluffed. As such, she sized him up doubtfully.


    “I’m starving.” She hadn’t eaten for a long time. Though she didn’t feel it before, she was starting to feel


    hungry right now. It wasn’t a good feeling at all.


    “You drank so much wine on an empty stomach yesterday. Are you really okay?” He suddenly


    remembered.


    “What do you think?” In fact, she felt better than ever. Drinking and socializing was nothing at all to her.


    “Let’s eat out!” Upon hearing this, Leon was starting to feel hungry as well.


    “I want to stay in. Don’t you have anything at home?” She didn’t want to go out, and she preferred to


    cook at home herself.


    At once, Leon’s expression shifted as he stammered, “I just remembered that I don’t have a fridge. I’ve


    been wanting to buy one, though. Thank you for reminding me.”