Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 11

Leonard had walked some distance away with his phone before growling into it again. "I can do whatever I want, and you have no right to control me." "Yeah. And I don't want to."

I didn't want to spend too much effort on this problem with him. Ever since he took a woman back home the first time, I should have understood. I didn't know why I was being so dramatic over it at the time. I lived in sorrow almost every day.

I wanted to tell him the truth more than once in the past. However, I was afraid that I would hurt him, that I would make him upset, and that he would be in unbearable pain.

But I understood it now. He wouldn't be upset with people like me, so there was no need to explain anything. However, I didn't know what exactly I said which angered him again.

He roared, "Eva, what are you trying to say? Do you think you have a right to control me? I'll make it clear to you right now. I paid for everything in the house, and you have no right to point your fingers at me.

"I'm warning you right now. Stop threatening Lily. She's unlike you, so don't get into any scuffles with her. Get back to the company right now, or I won't pay you a single cent!"

I thought he would hang up after that, but he didn't. He stubbornly waited for an answer from me.

After waiting for about ten seconds, only then did I slowly say, "Fine. But I want overtime."

"Darn it. I'll pay!"

When he hung up, I heard Lily calling out "Leo" in a sweet tone. That was the nickname that I used for him, but it had become someone else's too.

weren't just fooling around. She could appear by his side in the company without showing any restraint. He had even allowed Lily to post on social

thousand dollars over time transferred into my bank

my instant acceptance of the fund transfer,

my phone off and ignored him. There was no need to think about it. I already knew what he was

I was just a woman that was in it for the money.

on a business trip. She couldn't send me home, but she insisted that someone from her family

home. I then took a picture with the Uber driver and sent it to

already hear Buddy's whining. My neighbor, Ms. Agatha, quickly opened the

you're back. How are you doing?" Agatha wiped her tears and held my hand gently. "You've

so I might as well lose

Agatha's hand. Even a stranger's hand could be so warm, and it

was weak right

happily. I held

a big dog,

the two of them holding their matching pieces of luggage and wearing matching outfits. They looked so

you care?" I patted Buddy's head, telling

afraid and shuddered while

it still here? I'm allergic to dog fur, so can't you send it away? Even a