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.

his side in the company without showing any restraint. He had even allowed

thousand dollars over time transferred into my bank account. It seemed to hurt less if I just

my instant acceptance of the fund

and ignored him. There was no need to think about

these years, and I was already getting bored of it. To him, I was just a woman that was in it for the money. So, I

had to go on a business trip. She couldn't send me home, but she insisted that someone from

that my colleague sent me home. I then took a picture with the Uber driver and sent it to her. Only then did it reassure

home, I could already hear Buddy's whining. My neighbor, Ms. Agatha,

you doing?" Agatha wiped her tears and held my hand

skinny now, so I might as well lose some weight. Isn't that

a stranger's hand could be so warm, and it warmed my heart

spun around me again and again. Agatha kept on telling it that I was weak right

down, and it wagged its tail so happily. I held its head in

What a big dog, Leo! I'm

them holding their matching pieces of luggage and wearing

Buddy's head, telling it

to be afraid and shuddered while she hid

with the dog at home? Why is it still here? I'm allergic to