You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 686 A Secret

When Leon came out of the bathroom, he realized that Michelle was not at home. However, his breakfast—handmade noodles, soy milk, and fried eggs—had been laid out on the table.

Michelle had stolen a kiss from Leon, and he had dreamt that she had kissed him. Both of them felt embarrassed to face each other.

As an excuse, Michelle said that she was going shopping with Debra during the day and staying in the dorm room with Lydia in the evening.

Leon, who had been struggling to find his own excuse, felt relieved. He claimed to have a business appointment so he wouldn't be able to go back to their apartment either.

Neither of them suspected nor questioned the other. They simultaneously replied "Okay" and then dropped the conversation.

Leon sighed.

Wynn was about to leave for C City, but before he left, he teased Leon, "What's on your mind? You've been lost in your thoughts since you came back. What happened between the two of you last night? Perhaps you two shared the air-conditioned room and then..."

"Fuck off!" Even though it was just a dream, Leon clearly remembered the softness of her lips in his dream.

He swore at Wynn because he was ashamed and frustrated.

The tips of his ears turned red again.

Wynn knew Leon very well. Although Leon seemed sophisticated, he was, actually, quite pure sometimes. And the tips of his ears would turn red when he was being shy.

It was unusual for Leon to feel shy. This only occurred when he had serious feelings for a girl.

Surprised, Wynn thought, 'Oh my god! Something big must have happened last night. Even if they didn't have sex, they must have at least kissed each other.'

"Wow!" Wynn couldn't help but sigh, getting a dreamy look in his eyes. He fearlessly patted Leon on the shoulder and teased, "Your ears are red, Leon. You two kissed, didn't you? If you have feelings for her, you should admit it and then pursue her."

"Are you leaving or do I need to kick you out?" Leon asked through gritted teeth as he cast a threatening look at Wynn's crotch.

Wynn covered his crotch with his hands and replied with a flattering smile, "I'm leaving now."

He hastily made his exit.

Alone in the living room, Leon heard his own uneven breathing in the quiet.

He reached up and gingerly touched the shell of his ear. It did feel a little warm. The tips of his ears must have really turned red.

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It's more likely for people to forget their dreams upon waking up.

On the contrary, it's as if the details of mine are becoming clearer.'

Even when watching explicitly sexual movies, he could keep his calm. But now, because of a dream, his ears were red.

He couldn't believe it himself.

Leon took a deep calming breath. He took another and the redness of his ears gradually receded. But like a tide that ebbs and flows, there was no guarantee when it would appear again.

Michelle couldn't feel calm either.

It was her first time ever to kiss someone, and last night, she had done it secretly. When she was a child, the boys in kindergarten tried to coax her for kisses, but she refused them all. When one of them planted a kiss on her anyway, she cried so much that it attracted the attention of the teachers and parents. They taught that boy a lesson, and from then on, no one dared to kiss her again.

Now, she had stolen a kiss from Leon. Would he cry if he knew what she had done?

She thought fervently, 'No, no. Leon can't ever know.

I must keep it a secret.'

"Why are you shaking your head and nodding?" On the eighth floor of the HD Square, two girls walked hand in hand. Debra nudged Michelle with her elbow.

Trailing behind them were two bodyguards whose hands were full of shopping bags, most of which were Debra's.

Absentmindedly, Michelle replied, "It's a secret."

"A secret? What secret? Tell me," Debra urged with great interest.

"I can't tell you. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a secret anymore," Michelle insisted, determined not to breathe a word to anyone.

Debra curled her lips and answered, "Okay, fine. Michelle, are you not planning to buy anything? Even if you didn't buy clothes, you used to buy food when we shopped. Why didn't you buy food

today?"

Michelle also wanted to buy beautiful clothes and delicious food but the food in HD Square was very expensive.

She clutched her wallet in a tight grip.

"I've decided not to squander my money like before." She wasn't living just for herself anymore. She needed to support Leon.

"It doesn't matter. I'll pay for whatever you like," Debra offered generously.

"Thanks but no need. I can afford what I want to buy. Money doesn't grow on trees," Michelle assured with a smile.

"Well, yeah, it's my father's money."

Michelle looked around but couldn't find what she was looking for. "Debra, do you know where the flower shop is? I want to buy some flowers."

"You want to buy flowers? What kind? There's a flower shop in that direction but I don't think they have a lot of flowers," Debra said, pointing downstairs.

"I want to buy a lotus-petal-shaped orchid." Michelle recalled Wynn saying that Leon liked lotus- petal-shaped orchids.

She thought it was wrong to kiss Leon last night so she wanted to at least offer Leon flowers that he liked as an apology.

"A lotus-petal-shaped orchid?" Debra was surprised. There happened to be such a flower in her home. It was a rare variety with delicate blossoms.

It seemed that her brother had spent forty or fifty million to buy it. Her father almost broke his leg when he learned of it.

She didn't know much about orchids. Her heart hurt because of how exorbitant the flower's price was.

Orchids were so expensive that ordinary people couldn't afford them.

"Michelle, are you sure you want to buy a lotus-petal-shaped orchid?" Debra asked. "Do you have tens of millions in savings? If you insist on buying that particular flower, I can lend you some money. But even if I give all that I can afford to lend you, it may not be enough. I don't think you can buy it because even I can't afford it."

Michelle was stunned. "Even you can't afford it? It's that expensive?"

"Tens of millions. How could you not know how much it costs? Besides, you can't find that orchid in ordinary flower shops because it's rare and expensive. It took my brother a lot of effort to buy that flower," Debra admitted.

Michelle was still in shock. "Is it really that expensive?"

"Yes!" Debra slapped her palm against her forehead for emphasis.

"Okay, okay." Michelle grimaced helplessly. She pondered for a while and clarified, "It's really worth tens of millions? I don't have that kind of money, probably only tens of thousands."

"I wouldn't lie to you. The one my brother bought was crazy expensive, but then again, the one he has is very rare. I think a common lotus-petal-shaped orchid would cost hundreds of thousands. The two of us really can't afford it." Debra tried her best to dissuade Michelle from buying this particular flower.

The light in Michelle's eyes dimmed as she sighed, "Okay."

"All right, all right. Don't think about that anymore. I'll take you to the Hanging Garden Restaurant for lunch. It just opened yesterday and my father has made a reservation for us," Debra enticed, hooking her arm once more through Michelle's.

"Why is it called that? Is the Hanging Garden Restaurant in the sky? Hanging from wire?" Michelle's eyes lit up at the thought of food.

"Don't be silly. It's just a high-end open-air garden and its atmosphere is excellent. My father said the dishes there are novel and delicious and he asked me to bring you there. It's strange that my father only remembers you among my roommates. Hey, maybe it's because you're cute. My father always says he wants a cute daughter, but it's not my fault if he doesn't think I'm cute. Doesn't a daughter's cuteness depend on how her parents raised her?

The blame should fall on them. Don't you think so?" Debra rambled on as they walked.

"I agree. You're very cute. In the future, if I have a daughter like you, I will praise her every day," Michelle remarked with a smile.

"Exactly!" Debra lifted her chin in triumph but then felt that there was something wrong with their dynamic. "Michelle, how could you? I treat you as a friend but you're treating me like a daughter!"

"What?" Michelle didn't think so at first, but after Debra brought it up, she realized that it was true. This made her laugh.

Debra frowned the rest of the way. It took Michelle some effort to cheer her friend up with apologies and compliments.

When the two of them arrived at the restaurant in high spirits, they saw James, Emma, Debra's father, and a group of people they didn't know. Everyone was well-dressed.

Looking at the scene before her, Michelle knew that this was not going to be an ordinary lunch but a business deal.