novelraw Chapter 225: I Believe It Anyway
Chapter 225: I Believe It Anyway
But Leon wasn’t the least bit flustered. His smile vanished instantly, replaced with a mask of concern as he asked, “What’s wrong? Didn’t I explain it clearly? Or… did your parents already go back without you?”
He’d expected Abigail to be fooled by him once again. Who would have thought she’d cut straight to the chase?
“What was my dad wearing when you saw him?”
“A brown leather jacket, I think.” Leon recalled Pierre’s classic outfit from memory.
“And my mom?” Abigail pressed on.
“Sky-blue top, dark purple long skirt.” Leon continued, drawing from his memories of the game. In truth, he had never actually seen Caroline in person before.
“Heh. So, did you see them yesterday or not?” Abigail sneered.
From his description alone, she knew he was lying. Unlike Leon, she had spent the whole morning at home—she remembered exactly what her parents were wearing.
“Maybe I remembered wrong? The situation was so tense at the time that I might’ve mixed things up.” Leon tried to salvage the lie when he saw Abigail clench her little fists with ill intent.
Abigail wasn’t buying it. She swung her arm and gave him a light punch to the face.It didn’t have much force—more playfulness than aggression.
Normally, Leon would just pretend it hurt, yell twice, admit he was wrong, and that would be the end of it.
But Leon wasn’t one for the ordinary. The moment Abigail moved, he stepped in, turned his shoulder to dodge, and grabbed her wrist. In one fluid motion, he twisted her arm behind her back.
A quick hook with his leg brought her down, and he pressed her onto the bed, pinning her completely by holding both arms behind her.
“Little girl, you’ve got a long way to go if you want to fight me,” Leon said with a smirk as she struggled beneath him.
“You idiot, are you for real?”
Abigail was torn between anger and amusement. Angry that he dared to fight back, amused that he didn’t hold back at all—it was a perfect textbook lock.
“I just wanted to show you not to act without knowing your opponent’s strength.” Leon released her. Holding the position too long would hurt her. His aim was to remind her of the gap between them, not to hurt her for real.
Abigail got up, rolling her shoulders and neck before grumbling, “I know there’s a gap, but couldn’t you have let me win? You teased me first—hitting you a couple of times to vent, is that so wrong?”
“You still have to be able to hit me. And remember what you said at lunch—you wanted to duel me, didn’t you?” Leon reminded her.
“Forget it. You win.” Abigail sighed, already giving up hope that Leon would ever show any gentlemanly mercy.
“You’ve rested and stretched enough. Time for you to go back. Otherwise, your parents really might think you’re missing and come looking. If they find the farm, my joke might just become reality. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Seeing her bright and energetic, Leon decided it was time to send her away.
“No. It’s almost dinner, and I’m planning to stay for another meal.” Abigail refused without hesitation, her mouth watering at the memory of the chicken-and-mushroom pasta from lunch.
“What is this, a soup kitchen? You mooched lunch already, now you want dinner too? Have you no shame?” Leon rolled his eyes.
“What good is shame? You can’t eat it. Or are you really going to throw me out?” Abigail kicked off her shoes and plopped down on Leon’s bed, settling in to stay.
Leon wasn’t having it. He hoisted her over his shoulder, grabbed her shoes from the floor, and walked toward the farm’s edge.
“Leon! Put me down!” she cried, thumping his chest with her fists.
Leon ignored her, walking even faster.
“Hey! At least carry me differently—I can’t breathe like this.”
Her awkward position was pressing against his shoulder uncomfortably. Leon gave her a small toss, catching her in a princess carry.
“Better?”
“This is way too intimate, don’t you think?” she muttered, her face flushing as she looked up at his jawline and throat. For the first time, she realized that from any angle, this guy was annoyingly handsome.
“No worries. I see you as a bro, not a woman.” Leon kept a straight face while spouting nonsense.
Truth be told, Abigail might look slim, but her thighs had quite the pleasant firmness in his arms.
“You can say whatever you want—I’m not buying it.”
She shifted slightly and felt something press against her waist. Leon had told her earlier on the ride to the farm that it was a stick-shaped weapon he always carried.
She had believed him then.
But now… she wasn’t that naïve. She might have no real-life experience, but she had read magazines, novels, and seen plenty of romance dramas. She knew enough.
Leon realized it too. He was young, with a healthy amount of blood pumping through him, and here he was holding a warm, soft beauty in his arms. If there was no reaction, he’d need Harvey to give him a check-up.
Still, he had the advantage of a thick skin.
“I don’t care if you believe me or not—I believe it. Anyway, once we’re off the farm, I’m throwing you out. Forget about free dinner.”
With that, he quickened his pace. Once outside the farm, he spotted a patch of thick grass and unceremoniously dropped her there, tossing her shoes beside her.
Before she could get up and start yelling, Leon bolted at a speed that made it impossible for her to catch up.
“You bastard!”
She clenched her teeth, fuming as she put her shoes back on. But she didn’t chase him back to the farm.
What she’d just realized was… a bit too much for her to face him about right now.
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