You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 770 She Can Only Be His

"Have you lost it?" Leon asked tentatively.

"No!" Michelle instinctively shook her head.

'It's good to hear that, '

Leon thought and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He let go of her wrist and asked, "Why don't you wear it then? You said you liked it."

"I put it in a safe in the bank. I want to keep it safe," Michelle answered truthfully.

After she finished speaking, however, she hung her head like a guilty child.

Leon couldn't help but chuckle. He'd thought of various possibilities, but that she'd put it in a safe had never once crossed his mind.

"I gave it to you because I wanted you to wear it. Why did you put it in a safe?" Realizing that his tone sounded a little harsh, Leon patted her head to comfort her. "I'm sorry. I thought you didn't want it."

"How could I not want it?" Michelle looked up and beamed at him. "Leon, I really like that bracelet, but..."

But it was too expensive.

Now that she knew the bracelet cost tens of millions of dollars, she really couldn't wear it. She felt like she'd tremble all over if she did.

Upon seeing how Michelle suddenly stopped speaking, it finally occurred to Leon that she'd already known his identity and, by extension, the value of that bracelet.

She knew not because he told her. She heard it from others. Maybe because of that, he always forgot about it and felt that they were still the same as before.

But they weren't. Their situation had changed.

She was his girlfriend now.

"When you're free, take the bracelet out of the safe and put it on. Never take it off again in the future, okay?" Leon said solemnly.

Michelle smiled and obediently nodded.

Leon got a message from Michelle right after he got home. He sat on the bed and read the message.

"Leon, do I really have to wear it? It's too expensive! Tens of millions! What if I accidentally broke it? Or worse, what if I lost it?"

Leon smiled helplessly. He could already imagine her panic look just by reading her message.

"You have to wear it."

Michelle's reply quickly came in. "Leon, please! It was a birthday gift you gave me. I'll be crushed if it's broken or lost."

Leon replied, "Sorry, but you'll still have to wear it."

Michelle only sent a crying emoji as a reply.

"Don't act like a spoiled child, Michelle.

Be a good girl and put it on. Don't take it off again in the future."

"Got it!"

"Believe me—you won't break or lose it," Leon wrote.

"Really?"

"Really! What I said is as real as the fact that I'm now your boyfriend."

After Leon sent the last message, he seemed to fall into a kind of trance. Although the two of them were dating, the whole thing still felt surreal for him.

Maybe the fact that Michelle didn't wear the bracelet kind of triggered him.

The bracelet bore the unique mark of the C Island's royal family. After the bracelet was created, his mom asked him whom he'd give it to, and he said he'd give it to his future wife.

He didn't say girlfriend. He said future wife.

He didn't know when he first fell for Michelle, or how he could have the courage to say something like that when he didn't even know for sure if Michelle also liked him.

It was as if the love and courage he felt had quietly taken root and grown in his heart without his knowledge.

In his eyes, Michelle wearing that bracelet was equivalent to her being his woman.

And for the rest of her life, she could only be his woman.

His thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of his phone. It was another message from Michelle.

"Leon, I'll go to the bank and take it out tomorrow. I'll wear it and never take it off again.

I won't take it off no matter what.

Not even if you ask me to." Michelle ended the message with a smiling emoji.

"Alright. That's a promise."

Michelle quickly replied, "Okay, that's a promise! Leon, you should go to bed now. Good night, and have a good dream."

The smile on Leon's face gradually widened.

'Yes, I'll surely have a good dream.

When I have you sleeping in my arms in the future, I'll definitely have even a better dream.'

The next day

Michelle got up early to make breakfast. She made purple rice porridge, toasts, and fluffy-looking fried eggs. She also prepared some warm milk to match the food.

She made four portions of everything. One was naturally for her boyfriend. In addition, she'd also prepared lunch for herself.

To be able to cook more and better, she'd really gotten up very early. The sky outside was still dark when she woke up, and by the time she finished cooking everything, even her mother still hadn't gotten up yet.

Thus, she quietly packed up two portions of everything and left the house with the packed breakfast and lunch. She had to send Leon's breakfast to him before she went to work.

Maybe because it was still very early in the morning, the neighborhood was extremely quiet. Cold breezes also blew past every now and then, but the bags she was holding were very warm, so she

didn't really feel cold.

At some point on her way, she saw a man sitting beside a flower bed on the roadside. His suit jacket lay in a mess near him. He also had his head lowered, so she couldn't see his face.

As a gust of wind blew past, she caught a whiff of alcohol. This guy should be drunk and couldn't go home on his own.

When she passed by the man, she couldn't help but notice that he was pressing his abdomen with one hand. Furthermore, although it was very faint, she could also hear his erratic breathing. All in all, he looked like he was in pain.

Michelle instinctively slowed down until she eventually came to a stop.

Seemingly noticed that someone was staring at him, the man looked up.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were dumbfounded.

Tim frowned and squinted at the woman in front of her. It was as if he was trying to make sure that she was really Michelle.

Once he was sure it was, he quickly removed his hand from his abdomen and tried to get back on his feet. He wanted to bear the pain. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

He didn't want Michelle to see him weak like this, so he sat upright and squeezed out a smile, pretending as if nothing was wrong.

"Good morning."

Perhaps because Tim seldom smiled, his smile looked very stiff. His stiff smile, coupled with his slightly pale face, made him look even more miserable.

Michelle didn't pay much attention to his charade. After she recognized him, her gaze was completely fixated on his abdomen.

"Are you having a stomachache?"

Tim originally wanted to deny it, but he hesitated when he saw the worry in Michelle's eyes.

He knew that she was a kind woman. As long as he nodded, she'd definitely help him.

She would help him just like when she saved him in the BL Alley. At that time, she didn't even know who he was or whether he was a bad guy or a good guy, but she still saved him.

Now, they knew each other and were neighbors.

Tim eventually nodded. "Yes. I had a business dinner last night. I drank a lot, but I didn't get to eat anything." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He drank too much and stayed in such cold weather for hours, so his voice sounded rather raspy.

Michelle frowned. "Did you spend the whole night drinking? Where is your friend anyway? How could he leave you alone on your own like this?"

From what she remembered, he had a talkative friend that usually followed him around.

Tim instantly knew that she was talking about Victor. That guy sucked at drinking. He got wasted pretty early and spent the night dead drunk in some corner.

"He was quite wasted when I left. I'm by myself."

"Let me take you to the hospital then." Michelle's conscience would never let her turn a blind eye to someone in such a helpless state and walk away as if she'd seen nothing.

"No, thanks." Tim refused the offer but glanced at the bags she was carrying. He really couldn't help himself. After all, the fragrance of fried eggs and porridge was too much of a temptation for someone in dire hunger like him. "Are you going to work? Why are you so early?"

"No." Michelle shook her head but didn't offer any other explanation. She didn't think it was necessary to tell him where she was going.

Tim also didn't ask about it further. "Could you walk me back home?"

"Sure." Michelle gathered the bags in one hand and used her other hand to help him up.

Considering how petite she was, Tim didn't really put his weight on her and just put his arm on her thin shoulder. Their proximity allowed him to smell her unique fragrance. An improper thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

He walked slowly on purpose, hoping that he could prolong their closeness.

When he arrived at his doorstep, he gave a pointed look at the bags in Michelle's hand. "Are they food? Can you give me some? I'm hungry, my stomach aches, and I don't have anything to eat at home."

He guessed that the food must be personally made by Michelle, so he really wanted to have a taste. He'd be satisfied even if he could only have a mouthful.

Michelle looked tangled. However, upon seeing how pitiful he looked, she finally decided to give him one portion. She brought two portions anyway.

"There is also some warm milk inside. Since you have a stomachache, you should drink it first."

The warmth from that portion of breakfast warmed up his hands. It was like the hot potato someone threw into his hands on his first mission, which happened to take place in a snowy winter.

At that time, he was still a reckless, smiling young man.

"Thank you." Tim thanked Michelle just like he thanked that person before. The difference was that he no longer had his previous unrestrained nature.

Ten years had passed since then. He'd become a cold, indifferent man. However, it felt like the warmth in his palms spread all over his body and slowly melted away a thin layer of ice around his heart. Even a shadow of a genuine smile could be seen on his face.