Only you in my love

Leon looked at the coat, wondering whose it was.

Elaine walked over and picked up the coat. "Don't just throw it around, Mimi. You should put it on a hanger. You'll return it to him some other day, right?"

'Him?' Leon's eyes darkened as he narrowed them.

"Yes, I'll return it after I wash it." Michelle yawned, showing just how sleepy she was. "Just put it on the sofa. I'll wash it tomorrow."

"I'll hang it up. It would be a shame to have it wrinkled." Elaine inspected the coat. Her eyes noticed the tag on it. "It's still new. You can't just throw it in the washing machine. I'll take it to the laundry tomorrow." Just as Michelle was about to nod, she recalled Tim's furious look. Her entire body shuddered at the memory. She was no longer sleepy. She walked over to Elaine and took the coat from her.

"I'll just wash it with my hands."

"Your hands?" Elaine seemed shocked to hear this. "Didn't you say you hate hand washing clothes?"

"That's true." Michelle pouted. But this time, she had no choice. She wouldn't dare disobey Tim.

Unfortunately, the others didn't know about her fear. Elaine immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Okay then."

Michelle noticed the sly grin spreading on her mother's face. She turned around to find that Leon looked sullen. She felt a prickle at the back of her neck.

Adams went back to his bedroom while Elaine showed Leon the guest room. After Leon got in, she closed the door for her and left.

After making sure the couple had returned to their room, Leon opened the door and waited with an expressionless face.

Michelle eventually came up to his view, wearing her slippers.

With his back against the light, Leon's shadow lengthened down the stairway. It covered half of Michelle's body.

"Leon?" Michelle froze in her tracks. Her hands tightened around the coat. Her voice was trembling as she asked, "What's wrong?"

Leon looked scary. His eyes were sharp as if they were shooting arrows. He seemed to be angry.

Was he angry because she left without telling him this afternoon?

That might be it.

Michelle bit her lips, slowly approaching him. With a serious face, she began apologizing. "I'm so sorry, Leon. I shouldn't have left without telling you first. Better yet, I should have called you or send you a message. It was a last minute notice. Caroline just sent me a location and asked me to go there in twenty minutes. And since you weren't there yet, I had to take a taxi by myself."

Michelle hesitantly reached out to grab his sleeve. She began pulling it, acting like a spoiled child. "I was wrong, Leon. So please forgive me."

Leon could only sigh.

His sigh was sign of forgiveness. Upon hearing this, Michelle looked up at Leon. And in turn, he tapped her forehead.

It wasn't a gentle tap, but it wasn't too hard either.

"Ouch!" Michelle released her grasp from Leon's sleeve to cover her forehead. It hurt a bit, so she stepped back. She blinked rapidly at him and said, "That hurts!"

"I know. That's because you need to be punished." Michelle pulled her hands off her forehead and said, "Look at it! It's red now." Leon took a closer look and saw that it had indeed left a red mark on her forehead. He grabbed her face with both hands and gently blew on her forehead.

The weather was getting chilly lately, so his warm breath quickly turned cold. Nonetheless, Michelle could feel her face heating up all of a sudden.

Her eyes were wide as saucers, but she didn't dare move away from Leon.

"Why is your face so warm? Are you blushing?" Despite knowing the answer, Leon couldn't help but ask. He chuckled. The sound was charming and melodious. Michelle wondered if he was trying to flirt with her again. Michelle tried hiding her face. There was a stubborn set in her jaws as she said, "I'm not blushing."

However, her voice gave everything away. It lacked confidence and certainty.

"Don't deny it. I've see the way you blush, so I know." Leon's words seemed to have angered Michelle. She felt so ashamed that she could no longer hold back the fury building up inside her. Just as she was about to stomp back to her room, Leon stopped her and said, "I'm just kidding. Please don't leave. I still have something important to ask you."

Michelle stood patiently, but she kept her head down.

"Whose coat is that?" Leon motioned to the coat she was carrying.

"It's Tim's." Thinking that Leon might not know who Tim was, Michelle added, "You've met him before. You even greeted him during Nini's wedding."

Leon's face darkened.

How could he possibly forget about Tim? The last time he saw Tim, he had a feeling that the other man was attracted to Michelle. However, Leon wasn't expecting Tim to make a move on her so soon.

"What's your relationship with him? Do you like him?"

"No, I don't like him," Michelle answered firmly.

Leon was relieved to hear that she wasn't attracted to the other man. He let out a sigh of relief and asked, "So what's wrong with the coat? Your mother said you hate hand washing clothes. And yet, you insisted on doing so. Why is that?"

"I really don't want to." Michelle pouted. "But he asked me to hand wash it. He has a bit of a short temper, so I'm afraid that he'll get mad at me if I don't hand wash it."

She lifted her head a bit, snatching a glance at Leon for a bit. She noticed a frown forming on his face, so she panicked. She didn't want him to scold her again so she quickly added, "Not everyone is as good as you. You have such a good temper on top of your good looks. So you won' scold me, right?"

Leon smiled and said gently, "Are you saying that Tim is ugly and bad tempered?"

"Well, not really. He is quite handsome, but he doesn't smile or talk too much. In fact, he seems a bit scary even though there's a good man underneath his rough edges. Maybe he just doesn't know how to get along with people."

Leon didn't try to argue with Michelle, but that didn't mean he agreed with her. Nonetheless, he was grateful that she didn't harbor any secret feelings towards Tim.

"Give me the coat. I'll return it to him after sending it to the laundry." Leon tried to grab for the coat. A look of disdain written plainly on his face.

Michelle frowned. "But he asked me to wash it myself."

"You just said that you'll listen to me from now on, right?" "But I..." Michelle pouted.

Leon gently patted the top of her head and said, "That's my good girl. As long as it's clean when I hand it to him, he won't know that you don't wash it yourself." Michelle supposed that Leon had a point. But she couldn't help but worry a little. "What if he asks?"

"Don't worry. I'll be handing it over to him myself. There's no need for you to get anxious about it. I'll handle the rest." In fact, Leon was planning to deal with Tim. At this point, he was used to fighting off rivals for Michelle's affection.

But he had a feeling that Tim would be a bit tricky.

Meanwhile, Michelle seemed happy with Leon's offer. "Thank you, Leon. I'm going to bed now. Good night and sweet dreams."

"Wait. I have something more to ask you." Once again, Leon stopped her. He hung Tim's coat on the doorknob first before stepping closer towards her. Michelle seemed confused at first as he backed her towards the wall. He flattened both his palms on the wall behind her, caging her between his arms. 'What is he doing? He's too close!'

Michelle felt the air leave her lungs. She couldn't seem to breathe as her heart frantically pounded against her chest.

Biting her lips, she looked up at Leon. Her eyes were so bright and puzzled, making her look pure and tempting at the same time.

"I just want to know why you have to work overtime this past week." Leon stared intently at her face, studying her expression closely.

If he hadn't come over to her house today, he wouldn't have known that she had been going to work instead of heading home every time they parted ways.

It turned out she had to leave early to pick up Van and Don from school in the afternoon.

At the moment, Michelle was too nervous to speak up.

"Answer me honestly, Michelle." Leon brought one hand down to her temple, brushing the strand of hair that fell over her face. He tucked it behind her ear, revealing her blushing face.

As soon as his hand touched her skin, Michelle felt a zap of electricity ran down her spine. Her mouth was starting to feel numb, making her unable to talk. She just nodded slightly.

"You ask for a leave every afternoon to pick up Van and Don from school. You want to see me every day, right?" Leon asked softly.

There was something sweet in the tone of his voice. Michelle couldn't help but let her guard down a bit.