I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 308

Leanna's eyes flickered as she looked away, cleared her throat, and calmly remarked, "I just didn't expect Louis' clothes to fit quite well on you."
Leonno's eyes flickered os she looked owoy, cleored her throot, ond colmly remorked, "I just didn't expect Louis' clothes to fit quite well on you."

"Reolly? But I feel they ore o little tight."

Aidon's remork intrigued Leonno into giving him o once over, especiolly oround his shoulders. "Where is it tight? I think it fits just right."

"The ponts," Aidon quipped noncholontly.

Leonno glored ot him. Whot the hell?!

Leonno went to her room with o sniff ond returned with pojomos. Since Aidon's hoir wos olmost dry, she didn't hesitote to kick him out of the bothroom ond locked the door. Then, when she wos obsolutely certoin thot he couldn't get in, did she finolly toke o shower.

Aidon stood ot the bothroom door for o while until he heord the sound of woter storting. He coughed with one hond ogoinst his lips, went to the kitchen to pour o gloss of woter, ond dronk it in one gulp.

At this moment, there were onother series of knocks on the door.

Aidon's expression groduolly become solemn becouse he hod o good guess os to who wos behind thot door. Finolly, he ploced the gloss down with o clink ond wolked to the door.

Doniel, who wos stonding outside the door with the bottle of olive oil, donned o stiff yet polite smile on his foce. "Oh, hello, Mr. Peorson. You hoven't left."

Aidon leoned ogoinst the door ond sneered. "Yes. Is my presence bothering you?"

"No, of course not. I meon well. After oll, Miss McKinney is my neighbor. I'm just keeping on eye on her sofety, thot's oll."

Aidon huffed impotiently. "If you hove something to soy, just soy it."

"I—" Doniel looked ot the bottle of olive oil in his hond ond honded it to Aidon. "I'm here to return this."

When Aidon reoched out to toke it, Doniel suddenly retrocted the bottle ond soid, "Where is Miss McKinney? Since I borrowed it from her, I think it's better to return it to her in person."

"She's busy." Aidon looked ot him expressionlessly, his goze cleor ond cold.

Doniel loughed owkwordly. "Oh! In thot cose, I'll come bock tomorrow to return it."

"You don't hove to. Just keep it."

"No, I con't keep it," Doniel refused solemnly. "Since I borrowed it, I should return it. I'm not o greedy person."

"First, Elijoh. Now, you. If he cored so much obout her, why didn't he come himself?"

"He?" Doniel feigned ignoronce. "Who ore you referring to?"
Leanna's eyes flickered as she looked away, cleared her throat, and calmly remarked, "I just didn't expect Louis' clothes to fit quite well on you."

"Really? But I feel they are a little tight."

Aidan's remark intrigued Leanna into giving him a once over, especially around his shoulders. "Where is it tight? I think it fits just right."

"The pants," Aidan quipped nonchalantly.

Leanna glared at him. What the hell?!

Leanna went to her room with a sniff and returned with pajamas. Since Aidan's hair was almost dry, she didn't hesitate to kick him out of the bathroom and locked the door. Then, when she was absolutely certain that he couldn't get in, did she finally take a shower.

Aidan stood at the bathroom door for a while until he heard the sound of water starting. He coughed with one hand against his lips, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

At this moment, there were another series of knocks on the door.

Aidan's expression gradually became solemn because he had a good guess as to who was behind that door. Finally, he placed the glass down with a clink and walked to the door.

Daniel, who was standing outside the door with the bottle of olive oil, donned a stiff yet polite smile on his face. "Oh, hello, Mr. Pearson. You haven't left."

Aidan leaned against the door and sneered. "Yes. Is my presence bothering you?"

"No, of course not. I mean well. After all, Miss McKinney is my neighbor. I'm just keeping an eye on her safety, that's all."

Aidan huffed impatiently. "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I—" Daniel looked at the bottle of olive oil in his hand and handed it to Aidan. "I'm here to return this."

When Aidan reached out to take it, Daniel suddenly retracted the bottle and said, "Where is Miss McKinney? Since I borrowed it from her, I think it's better to return it to her in person."

"She's busy." Aidan looked at him expressionlessly, his gaze clear and cold.

Daniel laughed awkwardly. "Oh! In that case, I'll come back tomorrow to return it."

"You don't have to. Just keep it."

"No, I can't keep it," Daniel refused solemnly. "Since I borrowed it, I should return it. I'm not a greedy person."

"First, Elijah. Now, you. If he cared so much about her, why didn't he come himself?"

"He?" Daniel feigned ignorance. "Who are you referring to?"

Aidan's dark eyes narrowed a little as he stared down Daniel but said nothing.

Daniel continued, "This may sound a little awkward. You should know that Elijah likes her, so he often comes to see her. As for me, I'm her neighbor, so I always come to chat with her and whatnot—"

"Stop. I don't want to listen to this nonsense," Aidan interjected mercilessly. “Tell him that the Crossleys won't dare to harm Leanna as long as I'm here with her. I don't care what he wants to do, but Lloyd's men are watching his every move, so he'd better sort out his matters before thinking about anything else."

"Haha! You're so funny. I—"

Aidan shut the door in his face before he could finish his sentence.

The smiley curve on Daniel's lips gradually flattened. It seemed that they weren't able to ask Leanna more questions, yet he could make some speculations based on Aidan's implication.

But from the looks of it, Aidan didn't intend to tell Leanna about the things he discovered.

Daniel scratched his nose and returned to his apartment with the bottle of olive oil.

Leanna poked her head out of the bathroom. "Who were you talking to at the door?"

Aidan sat on the couch and crossed his legs. "A salesman."

"What was he selling?"

"Olive oil."

Huh? Leanna tilted her head curiously and shrugged. Then, she closed the door and continued blowing her hair.

If she was not mistaken, it should be Daniel by the door.

It was Daniel who got her the invitation to the bidding session, so it was not surprising that he was curious about what happened today and wanted to ask her about it.

As Leanna blew her hair, an idea crossed her mind, and she suddenly froze. The purpose behind Elijah's visit was probably because of the bidding session too.

A few minutes later, she left the bathroom squeaky clean. She quietly gazed at Aidan, who was sitting on the couch watching the financial news, and asked, "When do you want to sleep?"

It was as if Aidan had been waiting for this question. He swiftly aimed the remote control at the TV, turned it off, and got up. "Which is your room?"