novelraw Chapter 221: I Haven’t Even Disliked You Yet
Chapter 221: I Haven’t Even Disliked You Yet
Under Abigail’s directions, Leon’s ride back to the farm was so uneventful that he didn’t spot a single pedestrian on the road.
As soon as they reached the farm gate, Abigail jumped off the bike and sprinted into Leon’s house ahead of him, heading straight for the sink to splash her face with water.
By the time Leon walked in, Abigail was already sitting in a chair, swinging her legs and grumbling. “When are you going to expand this place? It’s way too small.”
“I live alone. What would I need such a big place for?” Leon pulled a chicken out of his backpack and started thawing, cleaning, and cutting it up while chatting casually with her.
“But just because you live alone doesn’t mean you can’t live well. The way you bought that meat so decisively—it doesn’t look like you’re short on cash.” Abigail pressed.
“Buying meat costs pocket change. Renovating and expanding the house is a whole different matter. As my dear friend, why don’t you chip in a bit? Maybe next time you come over you’ll see a fancy little villa.” Leon teased.
“Forget it. I’m still an unemployed wanderer, waiting for you to become a big boss and give me a high-paying, stable job.” Abigail didn’t hesitate to turn the tables and “encourage” him. “So you’d better work hard.”
Leon gave her a speechless glance, certain this girl was a total slacker. But truthfully, she didn’t need to worry about work at all—her family ran one of Pelican Town’s largest seed suppliers and general stores. They were loaded.
Besides, Pierre and Caroline only had Abigail, so she had no competition for her inheritance. Her future was looking bright.
So, to stay on good terms with this future heiress, Leon asked, “I’m making food. Want me to make you a portion too?”“Sure. I already had lunch, but since you offered, as a good friend, I have to support you.” Abigail replied.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t,” Leon muttered before turning back to prepare lunch.
He decided not to make rice, but instead cook chicken stewed with mushrooms and use the broth for noodles. The chicken wasn’t free-range, the mushrooms weren’t dried shiitakes, and the noodles were actually spaghetti, but Leon figured the taste wouldn’t be too bad.
While Leon was busy, Abigail kept him company, pestering him for the rest of the adventure story he hadn’t finished telling.
Leon didn’t bother keeping it a secret and told her nearly everything about his recent voyage—right down to getting help from a Mermaid girl.
Since Willy and Gus had been there, Leon doubted they’d keep their mouths shut, and besides, none of it was anything shameful.
“So that giant python was actually the Old Hans you were looking for?” Abigail’s expression turned complicated after hearing how Leon had killed it and claimed the sailing log.
“Yeah, probably. Only, he wasn’t really human anymore,” Leon nodded. “After all, he’d eaten at least three people.”
“And how did you feel when you found that out?” Abigail pressed.
“Nothing special. Do you think I’d be wracked with guilt just because I killed something that used to be human?” Leon shot back.
“Yes,” Abigail nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“No way. Even if Old Hans had still looked human, I’d have taken him down. He’d already killed others, and he was trying to kill me. What, should I let him live so he could cause me trouble? Or are you expecting him to suddenly repent and turn himself in? A reformed villain story?” Leon replied flatly.
“I don’t know. Things like this are far from my life. Growing up in Pelican Town, the most dangerous stories I’ve heard are about the old librarian running off with the funds or Pam crashing a long-distance bus,” Abigail said quietly, head lowered.
“Exactly. You don’t need to think about these things. When the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up—and you’re definitely not one of them.”
Seeing he’d startled her, Leon softened his tone. “If you’re afraid of me, you could just keep your distance. I wouldn’t blame you.”
“No, I believe you wouldn’t hurt me,” Abigail quickly lifted her head.
“Why?” Leon asked.
“For lots of reasons. You still need to run your farm. You need to buy seeds from my family. And I’m no threat to you. That’s already a bunch of ‘get to live’ cards for me,” Abigail counted them off on her fingers.
Leon chuckled, reaching out to pat her head. “You were really thinking about that? Then you’re wrong. I’m not some crazed killer, and I’ve never killed anyone. You’re worrying for nothing.”
“I know. I was just answering your question,” Abigail swatted his hand away impatiently.
“Alright, enough of this pointless talk. Go get some bowls—it’s time to eat,” Leon said with a smile, deciding to drop the topic.
From the way Abigail had swatted his hand, he could tell she wasn’t scared of him at all. If she were, she’d never dare.
“Okay.” Abigail nodded and quickly came back with a bowl and a fork.
“Let’s just eat straight from the pot. No need to portion it out,” Leon suggested, glancing between her fork and the pot full of chicken and mushroom spaghetti.
“Wouldn’t that mean we’re sharing saliva?” Abigail asked.
“I haven’t even disliked you yet. If you’re the one who minds, scoop yourself a bowl. I’m not following the ‘separate dishes’ rule,” Leon replied dryly.
“Forget it, that’s too much trouble. This is fine.” Abigail shook her head, dropping the issue.
“More like you think one bowl wouldn’t be enough,” Leon teased.
“Mind your own business,” Abigail made a face. “If I only ate one bowl, could you even finish the rest?”
“I could save half for dinner,” Leon replied confidently.
“Then I definitely can’t let you get your way.”
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