Chapter 660 Leon''s Feelings
Sensing that something was wrong, Aron pushed Michelle. "Why are you standing there like an
idiot? Run!"
"What? Oh, right! Run!" Grabbing Leon''s hand, Michelle turned and started running. "Let''s go. The
bad guys areing after us!"
Leon picked up his pace, feeling gusts of wind blowing over his ears. The exit of the haunted house
was not far from the road. Michelle quickly hailed a taxi and pushed Leon into it. "Hurry up and get
in!"
The man, who was 1.85 meters tall, identally bumped his forehead as he bent to enter the
vehicle. In his hurry, he didn''t notice that he hurt himself. Since Michelle entered after him and her
body was petitepared to Leon''s, she didn''t see him hit his head.
As soon as they were both safely inside the car, she mmed the door shut and urged the driver to
start driving.
When Leon saw the exasperation on the faces of the security guards they''d left behind, he smirked.
The feeling of being able to run away after getting into trouble reminded him of when he was a
teenager. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. It was as if someone had brought out the
teenager in him.
He turned to look at Michelle who was sticking her head out the window. Her hairband was missing
—it probably fell off at some point during the chase. The wind was making a mess of her inky ck
hair and a few strands stuck to her flushed cheeks.
The smile on Leon''s face broadened.
"Leon, we managed to run away," Michelle said, looking at herpanion with a pleased
expression. Having said that, she turned to lean against the car window and enjoy the breeze. "The
wind is so refreshing! Leon, look. The clouds look like they are on fire!"
Michelle yanked Leon''s arm in her excitement, admiring the golden-red glow of the sun as it started
to sink in the horizon. Her grin was infectious.
"I see it." Leon followed her gaze, watching how the sunset turned the clouds pink and red. "If you
like what you see, you should take a photo using your phone."
"Oh, I will." Michelle took out her phone and unlocked it. Again, Leon saw a photo of himself holding
a cone of strawberry ice cream.
On-screen, the sunset didn''t look as beautifulpared to seeing it with their own eyes. Michelle
didn''t know much aboutposing pictures and struggled to capture the beauty of the scenery.
"Try to reduce the exposure," Leon suggested, reaching out to tap her screen. The reddish glow of
the setting sun then became more prominent, closer to what they were seeing with their eyes.
Even though Leon wasn''t sitting close to her, Michelle could smell the faint musk of his cologne. It
was a scent that was new to her but she liked how it smelled.
The wind rushed past her ears, but Michelle couldn''t hear it over the sound of her own heartbeat.
''Oh, no! I''m feeling nervous again!''
She froze up, pursing her lips tightly. Leon, thinking that the girl was still admiring by the view,
pressed the shutter button for her with a slender finger.
As the phone was not on mute, the sound of the camera going "click" startled Michelle that she
nearly dropped it.
"What''s wrong?" Leon asked, noticing that she had gone quiet.
Michelle didn''t dare to open her mouth. She held the phone tightly in her hand as if she was trying
to restrain herself.
This made the man a little nervous. He turned her around gently to face him. "Why are you not
saying anything? Do you feel ufortable?"
"Leon!" Now aware of the red swelling on Leon''s forehead, Michelle could care less if her heart
jumped out. "You''re hurt! Where did you hit your forehead? Is it painful?"
She was ovee with anxiety.
Leon reached up to inspect his forehead. It stung a little when his fingers brushed against the bump
but the pain was manageable.
"I must have bumped it somewhere along the way. Do we have Band-Aids at home? If we do, just
put a Band-Aid on it," Leon said.
"Yes. We have many Band-Aids," Michelle answered "Is a Band-Aid enough? Shall we go to the
hospital? It looks serious, Leon. Let''s go to the hospital."
"I''m fine," Leon assured her with a smile. "My skin is like this. Even if it''s just a pinch, the spot will
turn red, but it will recover after a while. Nini''s skin is like this as well."
"Really?" Michelle thought about it, a little wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. "Nini''s neck does
turn red often but it takes several days to recover.
She''d get mosquito bites here. And the redness would take days to disappear so she would apply
concealer on it or wear Band-Aids to ss. I think Band-Aids are useless." She pointed at her neck.
Leon felt embarrassed.
He wanted to tell her that what she saw was probably not mosquito bites but hickeys.
Hickeys were technically bruises and, on skin that was prone to turning red, needed more time to
disappear.
"It''s different," Leon said vaguely. When he looked at Michelle, his gaze dropped to her neck.
Her snow-white neck looked as smooth as cream. When a breeze passed, he smelled a milky
fragranceing from her and it was surprisingly seductive. He suddenly had the urge to lick her
neck, wondering if it would taste sweet.
''No, Leon! What are you thinking?
How can you even think of such a thing?''
Scandalized by his thoughts, he turned to look out his window instead. He stiffly pressed a button to
make the window roll down, letting gusts of the night air blow in and put his hair in disarray.
Remembering that he had an image to maintain, Leonbed his fingers through his hair, taming
the locks back into his usual hairstyle.
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Michelle blinked in confusion but decided against asking him about it. When they arrived at the
apartment, she went straight to the first-aid kit.
"Leon, I found the Band-Aids. Sit down so I can put one on you. But I''m telling you now—if the
swelling doesn''t subside by tomorrow, we''re going to the hospital. Although the injury is small, I
don''t like seeing you hurt." Michelle peeled off the non-adhesive parts of the Band-Aid as she
walked over to the living room.
Leon was seated on the sofa when he heard herst sentence. Teasingly, he asked, "Why don''t you
want to see me hurt?"
"I just don''t want to see you to get hurt. I don''t want anyone who treats me well to get hurt." Michelle
leaned over him. "Leon, don''t move. I''ll just blow on the swelling first before applying the Band-Aid."
"Okay." Leon sat still and felt cool puffs of air brush over his forehead. His forehead, which wasn''t
even in a lot of pain, didn''t hurt anymore.
The man lifted his gaze to admire Michelle who was still focused on blowing on his forehead. She
had long eyshes and her lips were puckered.
He wanted to kiss her.
This was new to Leon—having impure thoughts twice in one day. Since a few years ago, he had
been a man of few desires. He never had such perverse musings. Wynn and Bryant even
suspected that he was not only suffering from a psychological injury but also a physical one.
Flustered, Leon dropped his gaze only to notice that Michelle was standing between his legs. She
was so close to him that, if he stretched out his hands, he could wrap his arms around her waist.
''Her waist looks slender. I wonder what it would feel like to hold.
Argh! Leon, you bastard!''
Cursing himself, he stood abruptly. Michelle had not yet finished putting the Band-Aid on his
forehead so half of the strip hung lopsidedly.
"What''s wrong, Leon?" Leon looked disturbed and a little bit frightened which put the girl at a loss.
Looking up at him, she asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"No." Leon''s throat felt dry. "It''s too hot here so I''m going to take a shower."
Without waiting for a reply, he rushed toward the bathroom.
Watching him make a hasty exit, Michelle muttered under her breath, "I turned down the
temperature of the air conditioner. How can it be hot?"
She saw that he was about to close the door so she piped up, "Leon, put the Band-Aid on properly
and don''t let the wound get wet."
Leon''s only answer was to close the door which, to Michelle, sounded a bit depressing.