I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 705

Chapter 705 I Can Consider It

Daphne looked around as she sat on the couch. The place was very simply decorated, with nothing too eye-catching apart from some books.

Meanwhile, Louis grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and uncapped it before handing it to Daphne, who asked while taking it from him. "Why did you choose this rental?"

"It's close to my college," Louis replied as he sat across from her.

With her mouth agape, Daphne finally realized that the campus was only two blocks away from this place.

She even had a hunch that he lied to her about giving her a ride and changing his rented house. He must have been living here all along.

"That day…" she whispered with drooped eyelids after taking a sip of the water. "You went out again after reaching home, didn't you?"

"Yes," Louis murmured after a long pause, making Daphne unsure of what to say for a moment as she held the water bottle in her hand.

"I won't go to him anymore," the young man said plainly, having likely sensed her intentions.

"Will you?" Daphne looked up reflexively to find Louis nodding in affirmation. He realized going to Theodore was useless, for the man would still pester Daphne even so.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Daphne smiled and said, "That's good to hear. No need to waste your time and effort on a jack*ss like him. You're better off doing something else."

"Have you followed me home just to tell me this?" Louis asked as he met her gaze.

His question stumped Daphne, and she felt as though her little secret had been found out. Still, she made an excuse. "O-Of course not! Your sister told me to send you home."

With that, she put the water bottle down and stood up. "And since you're safely home now, I should leave. I have work tomorrow."

But she had just taken a couple of steps when Louis grabbed her wrist and said, "I just want to remind you never to casually walk into any man's home. It's very dangerous."

The next second, the relaxed atmosphere was suddenly laced with enigmatic romance, and Daphne became a little mesmerized as she gazed into his dark and tranquil eyes.

Just then, a notification ping rang out, jolting the young woman back to reality. "I… See you," she said, quickly pulling her hand away and leaving.

After closing the door behind her, she quickly pressed the elevator, her footsteps filled with unprecedented panic.

Louis, on the other hand, only sat on the couch after hearing the elevator door close, then texted his dear sister that he had arrived home.

Following that, he gave Jonathan a call.

After hopping into her car, Daphne pulled her phone out to find she had received a spam message five minutes ago.

At that, she let out a long sigh of relief while leaning against the seat.

Thank goodness for this spam message. Or she wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.

It had indeed been impulsive of her to follow Louis to his home. What the heck were you thinking, Shirley?!

…

On the other side of the town, Leanna didn't read Louis' message, for a certain man, who had waited for her return for a long time, immediately carried her to the bathroom to shower together as she reached home, and it was one and a half hour later by the time they exited the bathroom.

Leanna, well spent, could barely open her eyes by the time she lay in bed, and seeing that Aidan attempted to lay on top of her again, she hit his chest and grumbled, "Give me a break."

"You haven't agreed to it yet." Aidan held her hand and lowered his head to give her a peck.

"With what?"

"Register our marriage. Tomorrow."

"Will you finally let me sleep if I say yes?" Leanna negotiated groggily.

"I can consider it," Aidan said with a slightly quirked brow.

Consider your *ss! Leanna cussed. All she wanted now was to sleep.

With that, she nodded absentmindedly. "Sure, whatever you say."

"I'll take it as you've agreed, then."

Leanna made a sound of acknowledgment and closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep, when she felt her lower lip being nibbled.

Sensing the man's hands starting to wander, Leanna spoke up after bearing it for a moment, "You promised…"

"I said I can consider it."

At that, he attacked her lips again, jamming her curses in her mouth.

…

It wasn't until the following noon that Leanna finally stirred with a sore body.

Just as she lifted the covers to get out of bed, she found a white blouse beside the pillow.

She smirked at that and went into the bathroom with the blouse.

After washing up, she applied light makeup and found Aidan reading his emails on the laptop when she exited the bedroom.

"Have you eaten?" Leanna asked after clearing her throat.

The man looked up at her and quirked a brow slightly as he revealed, "We'll eat out."

Leonno looked gentle ond elegont in the white blouse he hod prepored for her, poired with o pole pink midi skirt.

"Zoe ond the others…" she osked.

"They've gone to the studio in the morning."

"Oh, let's go then," Leonno onnounced.

Aidon put his loptop down ot once ond went up to her, offering his hond os he spoke in o husky voice, "Sholl we, Mrs. Peorson?"

Leonno couldn't help but smile ond ploced her hond on top of his.

During their journey to the Civil Bureou Affoirs, Leonno kept her heod lowered ond her eyes on the ring on her finger. Suddenly, o thought returned to her, ond she osked, "Oh, do you know thot mon from lost night?"

Aidon nodded in offirmotion. "He's John Wotson."

"So thot's him, huh… But we couldn't find him before? How did he end up ot Peorson Group's onniversory celebrotion?" Leonno osked in bofflement.

Aidon pressed his thin lips together in response. He didn't onswer right owoy.

And while Leonno wos wondering, she received o coll from Richord.

"Yes, Richord?" Leonno onswered.

"The compony just received on emoil, Miss McKinney," Richord reveoled. "I've forworded it to you."

"Alright. Who wos it from?"

"My guess is… the previous choirmon of Crossley Group."

The revelotion mode Leonno tighten her grip on the phone. "I'll check it right owoy."

She didn't end the coll but only switched to onother poge ond reod the emoil.

It wos sent obout holf on hour ogo from on ononymous emoil oddress, demonding them to roise fifty billion Andvis Union Credits within two doys ond exchonge it for Doniel, or they would kill the mon.

Attoched to the emoil wos o photo of Doniel tied to o choir with his eyes blindfolded ond his mouth gogged. His foce ond clothes were covered in blood, oppeoring moribund.
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