Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 232

When Louis arrived back at the studio, Leanna was happily chatting with Zoe. The smile on her face instantly vanished upon realizing he had returned with dirty, rumpled clothing and bruises on his face. Frowning, she hurried over to him and asked, "What happened to you, Louis?"

"Nothing much." He looked away. "There are only a few bruises. Don't worry."

"How can I not worry? You were fine when you left. Be honest with me; where did you go?"

"Yeah, Louis," Zoe interjected, walking over. "What happened to you? Tell us."

Leanna frowned harder; she had a bad feeling about this. "Did you—"

"It is only a fight with a classmate," he interrupted calmly. "It is not as bad as you think."

"Why on earth would you be fighting with a classmate?"

"Well, the fight is over." It was obvious that he did not want to elaborate further. "There is no point in asking why."

Leanna did not believe him. She was about to say something when Zoe stopped her with a tug on the arm. "Let it be. He is a hot-blooded young man. It is normal for him to get into scuffles with his classmates. Don't worry so much. He is an adult now. He knows when to stop."

She then tugged Louis on the arm. "Well, don't just stand there. Attend to the injuries on your face. Don't let them get infected."

"Okay," he replied.

He turned and headed into the break room at the back of the studio.

Once he was gone, Zoe nudged Leanna with her elbow. "Are you still worried?"

Leanna shook her head. "It just feels like he was not telling the truth."

Louis was not an impulsive man. Why would he ever get into a fight with his classmate just because of a clash of opinions?

Also, he had clearly left the studio to attend to something important.

"He did not tell you the truth because he was worried you would overthink," Zoe said. "You saw him, right? He is still capable of standing. He will be fine."

out a heavy

later, the door to the

with a cotton swab, turned to find Leanna standing in the doorway. "I really am fine," he said, putting

beside him on the couch and stuck a Band-Aid on him. "A fight with a classmate is no

lips

let it be this time,

"Okay," he replied.

in a few days," she said. "Spend

do not think he did it on purpose," he said after a pause; he

now, and there is no use in explanations. I merely think it would not be nice to trouble him by staying at his place for

nodded. "I will move

first," she reminded, standing up. "As for the

my own money," he interrupted

I will leave it to you,

about to leave the room, he suddenly asked, "How are things between you

"What do you mean?"

to try it out, right? What do you

before she replied. "You were right. I do not like him. No matter how much we tried, there is no

his neck and looked away. "Will

froze, likely because she had not expected him to ask that. For a moment,

cleared his throat and continued, "I just think he is not as detestable as before.

laugh at that. "Did you not just chase him off? What is with the sudden

protested. "I only wanted him to think carefully and avoid

we do not have much work today. Let's go

paused and turned to ask

your friend. Why are

nothing. I was just asking," she replied, doing her best to suppress her smirk. "She had to leave the country because of you. I wonder if she is back yet. Well, we

his throat, he pursed his lips and replied,

her if she is back in

eyebrow at him and