You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 822 His Legs

"I thought you said instant noodles are unhealthy!" Michelle said in confusion as she licked her lips in anticipation at the steaming bowl of instant noodles before her.

Tasha lowered her head and muttered "tsk" under her breath.

Leon's mood changed as quickly as the weather.

On top of the noodles was a layer of green vegetables and braised beef.

There were even four plump prawns, mushrooms and a poached egg.

Tasha glanced at her plain bowl of noodles. Then, she eyed all the luxurious ingredients in Michelle's bowl, green with envy. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

It was as though they were two children in a family, but one of them was the biological child while the other was adopted. The difference in treatment was obvious.

Smacking her lips loudly, Michelle said, "Leon..."

"You can eat now!" Leon handed her a pair of chopsticks. "Instant noodles are healthy in this way." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Tasha rolled her eyes secretly.

"Thank you, Leon," Michelle said gratefully, giving him a quick peck before finally digging into her delicious meal.

Leon chuckled and pinched her cheek.

Being the unfavorable third wheel, Tasha could do nothing but eat her own food gloomily. She vowed she would go on a blind date.

After lunch, Michelle started nodding off to sleep, so Leon led her to the bedroom and tucked her in. Just as he was about to sit down at the edge of the bed, his phone buzzed.

It was a message from Wynn.

"I haven't found Valerie yet, but I did find the interview video you wanted. It's been sent to your e- mail."

Sinking into the sofa, Leon opened his laptop and sure enough, the video was in his inbox. He glanced at the sleeping woman in bed and, worried the noise would wake her up, plugged in earphones before playing the video.

When he clicked the play button, Michelle's cute face appeared in the center of the screen. This Michelle was even more innocent-looking, traces of baby fat still lingering on her face. After all, this video was taken three years ago.

The host started speaking.

"We're done talking about the competition, now let's talk about something else."

"Okay, but please hurry," Michelle answered. "I need to call my brother and tell him the good news!"

"Didn't your brother watch the live broadcast?"

Michelle shook her head. "I asked him to not watch it. I was worried he would think I'm a fierce woman."

"Oh, alright then. Anyway, we've been meaning to ask you something. No one knew you were a girl this whole time because you never exposed your face and voice to the public. Why is that?"

Michelle replied simply, "My brother didn't allow me to."

"Why not?"

"He doesn't allow me to do a lot of things. I wasn't allowed to show my face or voice, and I don't talk to strangers. He says I'd be deceived. I said I wouldn't, but he doesn't believe me."

The host's approach softened. "He is probably just worried about you. He must be a really good brother. The next question is for the single boys out there. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What?" Michelle was stunned. "No."

"Do you have a crush on anyone?"

With a sweet smile, Michelle nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yes, I do have a crush. I like him very much."

The host chuckled good-naturedly. "I can see that. But does anyone else have a shot at becoming your boyfriend?"

"No," Michelle answered firmly.

"You sound very sure of yourself."

Instead of answering, Michelle just smiled into the camera sweetly. The host decided to ask her another question. "What's your type in a man?"

"I like tall, good-looking guys with long legs. He must be gentle when he smiles and he needs to be very kind to everyone. I also like a pleasant voice. Oh, also, it'd be good if he knows some magic tricks."

The host was a little speechless. "It must be hard to find such a boy."

Michelle tittered. "Yes, it probably is, but I'm lucky to have already met him. He's my brother."

Baffled, the host asked, "The brother who doesn't allow you to show your true self and doesn't allow you to talk to strangers?"

Michelle nodded again. "Yes, he cares about me a lot."

The host's expression was a little hard to read. "So you like your brother, or do you want to find someone as good as your brother?"

"No one is like my brother," Michelle said matter-of-factly. "The person I like is him."

The host was stunned. "Is he your biological brother?"

Michelle said hurriedly, "No, no. I just treated him as my brother in the beginning."

The host breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

At this point, Leon paused the video. There wasn't any need for him to watch the rest of it.

He had the video encrypted and saved it on his computer.

When he was done, he closed his laptop and stared at the woman in bed who was sound asleep.

He put his laptop away and stood by the side of the bed.

He looked down at his long legs consciously, wondering why she was so fond of them.

Then, recalling what happened during the interview, he made a mental note to show his legs to her as much as possible.

Standing beside the bed, Leon leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. His stubbles brushed her skin lightly, making Michelle feel a little itch. She subconsciously raised her hand to scratch it.

However, Leon caught her hand midway and quickly tucked it back under the blanket.

Then, he got in bed next to her.

He cautiously slipped his arm around her waist from behind and whispered, "Sorry for getting in bed without your permission."

"Hmm." Michelle grunted in her sleep.

Leon took it as a sign that she was granting him permission.

It was only noon when they got in bed, but the two fell into a deep sleep. When Michelle's eyes blinked open, she found herself in a dark room and the lights outside the window dimly illuminated the street.

Dream Manor was in the suburbs. There was no myriad of city lights and sounds.

Michelle tried to shift her weight but then found a hand wrapped around her waist.

She felt a bit of a headache, perhaps from oversleeping.

Feeling her stir, Leon slowly opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Michelle, go back to sleep."

He held her tighter.

Their bodies were so close that his chest pressed against her back.

Earlier, when Leon had slipped into bed with her, Michelle felt only slightly warm. But now, she felt hot. For a moment, she wondered if he had a fever. When she tried changing positions, she bumped into something hard. She immediately froze.

She knew what it was.

She had seen and felt it before.

"Leon..." Michelle gulped nervously.

"Shh, don't move," Leon whispered hoarsely in her ear, trying to suppress his desire. "I'll be fine after a while. When it's gone, I'll drive you home."

Michelle nodded obediently.

However, waiting proved to be a challenge. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a tension neither Leon nor Michelle made any move to break.

It was so quiet, they could hear each other's breathing.

Michelle's hands were pressed into her chest, so she could feel her racing heart. Her body felt even hotter than before, and she found it somewhat hard to breathe properly.

She twisted her legs uneasily, trying to hide her physical reaction. Worried that she'd disturb the man behind her, she tried to move as subtly as possible.

However, it was so quiet that even the slightest movement could be sensed.

Leon felt he was approaching his threshold at a scary pace.

His desperate attempt to endure was futile.

In one swift movement, he was on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress. "Michelle, I told you not to move. Why didn't you listen to me? Anyone who disobeys me will be punished."