Matter of Love

After leaving the hospital in the afternoon, Leona went straight back to the villa. On the way, she behaved very calm, even quieter than usual.

From time to time, Toby looked at Leona from the rearview mirror. When he was at the gate of the hospital, he also saw Mr. Wei holding the woman in red down. At that time, he even thought that there must be another world war between Miss Leona and Mr. Wei. But Miss Leona didn't say a word from beginning to end. After getting on the car, she told him calmly to go back to the villa. In his opinion, even if Leona didn't quarrel with Greg, at least she should have cried. But now she seemed to be fine. Toby shook his head. Their world was so complicated that he couldn't understand.

From the hospital to the villa, to the time when the dinner was ready, Leona didn't show any sad expression, and she didn't have a trace of sadness in her eyes.

After having the meal silently, she packed another food for Eden and Lina. Looking at the leftovers on the table, she sighed slightly and took out a heat preservation box to put all these dishes in.

There were also two bodyguards and Toby who were sent by Greg in the hospital. They hadn't eaten yet. She knew that Greg wouldn't come back tonight, so she decided to give these dishes to the people who needed them.

On the second morning, a ray of sunshine came in from the window. The warm sunshine sprinkled on Greg's face. He frowned and felt pain all over his body.

When he wanted to stretch himself, he found that Rona was sleeping on his arm. No wonder his hands were numb. Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Greg was not used to it for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled what happened yesterday quickly. "Good morning, Greg." A low voice came from the other side. Rona also woke up at this time. She opened her sleepy eyes and greeted Greg. At this time, she looked lazy and charming.

Especially because she hadn't woken up in the morning. She had a heavy nasal sound, which made her more attractive.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" Greg looked at Rona gently.

"Okay, I've never slept so well like last night in the past eight years. Thank you, Greg." With happiness in her eyes, Rona snuggled up in the arms of Greg and felt his strong heartbeat.

"Silly girl, why do you thank me? This is what I should do. Why did you suddenly faint yesterday?" Greg suddenly asked. He just heard from Jean that she fainted, but he was too anxious to ask the reason.

Hearing what Greg said, Rona's face darkened, and then she raised her head with a bright smile. "I don't know why, but I suddenly fainted. It has nothing to do with anyone. Don't ask anymore. I'll make breakfast for you." She was about to get up.

From her words, Greg knew that it was not a simple matter. There seemed to be other reasons. He pulled Rona back and asked seriously, "Rona, what happened? You didn't faint for no reason, did you? Who did something to you?'

Rona dodged, "Mo, no one said anything. You're thinking too much. What do you want to eat in the morning? An egg sandwich, okay?"

Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Greg didn't ask any more. He knew it even if she didn't tell him. If others dared to hurt Rona, he would definitely let that person pay the price.

After taking a simple shower, Greg realized that he didn't have his clothes here. It seemed that he had to ask someone to bring the clothes here later. He was a neat freak and seldom wore the clothes of yesterday. He took a big bath towel, tied it around his waist, and walked out.

Rona went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When she heard the sound of door opening from the bathroom, she rushed over, picked up the clothes she had prepared for him and said, "This is your clothes and breakfast is ready. Come and eat."

Greg looked at her in confusion. He remembered that he had asked Wayne to move all the clothes and things away, and all the things here were newly bought. How could his clothes be here?

Noticing his confusion, Rona quickly said, "This is specially prepared for you. I just think that you will have clothes to wear when you live here one day."

It turned out to be like this. Greg didn't say anything. After taking over the clothes and changing them, he went to the outer room. Two cups of milk and egg sandwiches had been placed on the table. Greg frowned subconsciously. This again? Unwilling to disappoint her, Greg sat at the table and began to eat breakfast. "You like egg sandwiches very much?" He guessed it was true. Otherwise, why did she always cook this for him?

Unexpectedly, Rona shook her head and said, "No. I saw you often eat this when we were together. I thought you liked it, so I made it. Is there anything wrong?"

It turned out to be like this. It occurred to Greg that he did often eat egg sandwiches when he was abroad. But that was because he was poor at that time and didn't bother to cook. Sandwiches were economic and convenient, but he didn't expect that she still remembered. For a moment, Greg felt sorry for Rona and changed the topic awkwardly, "You'd better not go to work today. Have a good rest at home for several days. I'll arrange someone else to do the company's affairs."

Hearing that, Rona was stunned. Then she shook her head and refused Greg, "No, it's too boring to stay here alone. I have to go to the company."

"But are you okay?" Greg asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm not that weak. Besides, you're in the company. Why should I be afraid?" Rona said happily.

Looking at her pale face, Greg thought what she said made sense. There were many people in the company, and he could know immediately if something happened. It would be unsafe to keep her here, so he nodded to agree to Rona's request.

After breakfast, the two of them came to the company. Greg directly drove the car to the underground parking lot. The two got out of the car and walked directly to the elevator.

Suddenly, Rona tripped over something and fell forward with a scream.

Hearing the noise behind him, Greg turned around and held her by instinct. He said with a little blame, "Look at you. You are so careless. You don't know how to look at the road when you walk. Or you can't wear such high-heeled shoes anymore. You can change to flat shoes." With a smile on her face, Rona snuggled up in the arms of Greg, pouted, "No. High heels can show a woman's temperament."

"Which one is more important, your temperament or your feet?" Shaking his head, Greg said disapprovingly. He really didn't understand why a high-heeled shoes had something to do with temperament? In his eyes, temperament was the inner charm. A woman with temperament was also elegant even if she wore slippers.00000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐