Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



After the man left, Leda grimaced at the sight of the dishes and silverware scattered across the table.

She should've made him clean up before he stormed out...

"Hey, can you book me a cleaner for two hours? Yeah, for a complete cleanup... especially the couch..."

Meanwhile, after storming out, York drove back to his place, pushing his car to nearly 100 miles per hour, reckless as can be.

Once home, he immediately stripped and jumped into the shower, hoping to wash away the remnants of last night.

But for some reason, after showering, he could still faintly smell Leda's perfume lingering in the air.

"Damn it!"

Frustrated, he kicked the couch.

And then, the memories of last night flooded his mind - starting on the couch and then moving to the bedroom; a whirlwind of passion.

York couldn't for the life of him understand how Leda, who was all over him last night, could wake up this morning as cold as ice, telling him to "never come back."

And to top it off-

She had the nerve to eat his cooking!

Mr. Gibson, who had lived for over twenty years without once cooking for a woman, had made instant noodles. It was a big deal for him, and she had the audacity to turn on him after eating!

"Damn!"

He kicked the couch again, only to hurt his foot.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Ouch! Damn it! Even you're against me now? I'll kick you, I'll kick you!"

The couch, if it could speak, would probably be thinking of breaking up with him too.

Fed up, York blocked all of Leda's contacts on his phone.

After he threw his phone on the couch, planning to go back to his room to lie down, the doorbell rang.

York's heart skipped a beat, his breathing slowed.

Hah! As if he'd forgive her just

because she came apologizing.

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She'd have to do more than that, like pouring him a glass of wine and sweetly admitting her mistake, before he'd even consider accepting her apology.

York opened the door, ready to confront her: "What, you realize you were wrong-what?! Mom?!"

Katrina stood there with a bright smile, pausing at his words: "Wrong about what?"

York's heart, which had been lifted high, suddenly dropped.

"Mom, it's you..."

"Who else were you expecting? Leda? I called her earlier, and she said you weren't together, so I guessed you'd be here."

"Oh." York collapsed onto the couch, utterly deflated.

Katrina, surprised at his state, asked, "Why do you look so... down?"

"Do I? No, not really."

"You clearly do. You barely have any energy to speak."

York sighed, "Mom, what brings you here? You didn't have to come all this way..."

Katrina's eyes lit up as she got to the point.

She pulled out several jewelry boxes from her bag and laid them out on the coffee table.

York looked puzzled: "What's all this?"

"These are some pieces of jewelry + took out from the safety deposit box at the Bank this morning. Give them to Leda, tell her they're from me."

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Leda... Leda...

Always her!

"So annoying!"

"Why are you giving these to her? She probably won't even care! What hasn't she seen before? She just throws away what she gets, always looking for something new, selfish and greedy..."

"What are you saying?" Katrina glared at him, "Talk about Leda like that again, and see if I don't break your legs!"