You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 660 Leon's Feelings

Sensing that something was wrong, Aron pushed Michelle. "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Run!"

"What? Oh, right! Run!" Grabbing Leon's hand, Michelle turned and started running. "Let's go. The bad guys are coming after us!"

Leon picked up his pace, feeling gusts of wind blowing over his ears. The exit of the haunted house was not far from the road. Michelle quickly hailed a taxi and pushed Leon into it. "Hurry up and get in!"

The man, who was 1.85 meters tall, accidentally bumped his forehead as he bent to enter the vehicle. In his hurry, he didn't notice that he hurt himself. Since Michelle entered after him and her body was petite compared to Leon's, she didn't see him hit his head.

As soon as they were both safely inside the car, she slammed the door shut and urged the driver to start driving.

When Leon saw the exasperation on the faces of the security guards they'd left behind, he smirked.

The feeling of being able to run away after getting into trouble reminded him of when he was a teenager. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. It was as if someone had brought out the teenager in him.

He turned to look at Michelle who was sticking her head out the window. Her hairband was missing —it probably fell off at some point during the chase. The wind was making a mess of her inky black hair and a few strands stuck to her flushed cheeks.

The smile on Leon's face broadened.

"Leon, we managed to run away," Michelle said, looking at her companion with a pleased expression. Having said that, she turned to lean against the car window and enjoy the breeze. "The wind is so refreshing! Leon, look. The clouds look like they are on fire!"

Michelle yanked Leon's arm in her excitement, admiring the golden-red glow of the sun as it started to sink in the horizon. Her grin was infectious.

"I see it." Leon followed her gaze, watching how the sunset turned the clouds pink and red. "If you like what you see, you should take a photo using your phone."

"Oh, I will." Michelle took out her phone and unlocked it. Again, Leon saw a photo of himself holding a cone of strawberry ice cream.

On-screen, the sunset didn't look as beautiful compared to seeing it with their own eyes. Michelle didn't know much about composing pictures and struggled to capture the beauty of the scenery.

"Try to reduce the exposure," Leon suggested, reaching out to tap her screen. The reddish glow of the setting sun then became more prominent, closer to what they were seeing with their eyes.

Even though Leon wasn't sitting close to her, Michelle could smell the faint musk of his cologne. It was a scent that was new to her but she liked how it smelled.

The wind rushed past her ears, but Michelle couldn't hear it over the sound of her own heartbeat.

'Oh, no! I'm feeling nervous again!'

She froze up, pursing her lips tightly. Leon, thinking that the girl was still admiring by the view, pressed the shutter button for her with a slender finger.

As the phone was not on mute, the sound of the camera going "click" startled Michelle that she nearly dropped it.

"What's wrong?" Leon asked, noticing that she had gone quiet.

Michelle didn't dare to open her mouth. She held the phone tightly in her hand as if she was trying to restrain herself.

This made the man a little nervous. He turned her around gently to face him. "Why are you not saying anything? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Leon!" Now aware of the red swelling on Leon's forehead, Michelle could care less if her heart jumped out. "You're hurt! Where did you hit your forehead? Is it painful?"

She was overcome with anxiety.

Leon reached up to inspect his forehead. It stung a little when his fingers brushed against the bump but the pain was manageable.

"I must have bumped it somewhere along the way. Do we have Band-Aids at home? If we do, just put a Band-Aid on it," Leon said.

"Yes. We have many Band-Aids," Michelle answered "Is a Band-Aid enough? Shall we go to the hospital? It looks serious, Leon. Let's go to the hospital."

"I'm fine," Leon assured her with a smile. "My skin is like this. Even if it's just a pinch, the spot will turn red, but it will recover after a while. Nini's skin is like this as well."

"Really?" Michelle thought about it, a little wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. "Nini's neck does turn red often but it takes several days to recover.

She'd get mosquito bites here. And the redness would take days to disappear so she would apply concealer on it or wear Band-Aids to class. I think Band-Aids are useless." She pointed at her neck.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Leon felt embarrassed.

He wanted to tell her that what she saw was probably not mosquito bites but hickeys.

Hickeys were technically bruises and, on skin that was prone to turning red, needed more time to disappear.

"It's different," Leon said vaguely. When he looked at Michelle, his gaze dropped to her neck.

Her snow-white neck looked as smooth as cream. When a breeze passed, he smelled a milky fragrance coming from her and it was surprisingly seductive. He suddenly had the urge to lick her neck, wondering if it would taste sweet.

'No, Leon! What are you thinking?

How can you even think of such a thing?'

Scandalized by his thoughts, he turned to look out his window instead. He stiffly pressed a button to make the window roll down, letting gusts of the night air blow in and put his hair in disarray.

Remembering that he had an image to maintain, Leon combed his fingers through his hair, taming the locks back into his usual hairstyle.

Michelle blinked in confusion but decided against asking him about it. When they arrived at the apartment, she went straight to the first-aid kit.

"Leon, I found the Band-Aids. Sit down so I can put one on you. But I'm telling you now—if the swelling doesn't subside by tomorrow, we're going to the hospital. Although the injury is small, I don't like seeing you hurt." Michelle peeled off the non-adhesive parts of the Band-Aid as she walked over to the living room.

Leon was seated on the sofa when he heard her last sentence. Teasingly, he asked, "Why don't you want to see me hurt?"

"I just don't want to see you to get hurt. I don't want anyone who treats me well to get hurt." Michelle leaned over him. "Leon, don't move. I'll just blow on the swelling first before applying the Band-Aid."

"Okay." Leon sat still and felt cool puffs of air brush over his forehead. His forehead, which wasn't even in a lot of pain, didn't hurt anymore.

The man lifted his gaze to admire Michelle who was still focused on blowing on his forehead. She had long eyelashes and her lips were puckered.

He wanted to kiss her.

This was new to Leon—having impure thoughts twice in one day. Since a few years ago, he had been a man of few desires. He never had such perverse musings. Wynn and Bryant even suspected that he was not only suffering from a psychological injury but also a physical one.

Flustered, Leon dropped his gaze only to notice that Michelle was standing between his legs. She was so close to him that, if he stretched out his hands, he could wrap his arms around her waist.

'Her waist looks slender. I wonder what it would feel like to hold.

Argh! Leon, you bastard!'

Cursing himself, he stood abruptly. Michelle had not yet finished putting the Band-Aid on his forehead so half of the strip hung lopsidedly.

"What's wrong, Leon?" Leon looked disturbed and a little bit frightened which put the girl at a loss. Looking up at him, she asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Leon's throat felt dry. "It's too hot here so I'm going to take a shower."

Without waiting for a reply, he rushed toward the bathroom.

Watching him make a hasty exit, Michelle muttered under her breath, "I turned down the temperature of the air conditioner. How can it be hot?"

She saw that he was about to close the door so she piped up, "Leon, put the Band-Aid on properly and don't let the wound get wet."

Leon's only answer was to close the door which, to Michelle, sounded a bit depressing.