Matter of Love

Chapter 655 Leave (Part One)



Chapter 655 Leave (Part One)

"Well, I won't smoke anymore." York replied with a smile.

After hearing his words, Leona turned around to watch TV. York followed the TV for a while, but felt bored, so he went back to his room.

After getting changed in the room, he fell on the bed. His bed always had two pillows. Of course, they were prepared for Leona. He and Leona had been living in the same room, but the two of them slept in two rooms. They were the closest friends and brother and sister, but they couldn't get over the wall of lovers. How much he wanted to be a lover with Leona.

He had changed a lot because of Leona. He even lied that he had a child with Leona just now. He was becoming more and more unfamiliar with himself. This feeling was really terrible. But he was more afraid that Leona would leave him. He felt flustered at the sight of Greg. Every time Leona looked at him with concern, he could see the shadow of Greg. He believed that as long as Greg made more effort, Leona would come back to Greg. That was what he didn't want to see. He would rather hide the truth than let Leona leaves him. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing or not. He didn't know if he was selfish or not. He only knew that he wanted to keep Leona by his side.

What's more, as long as she was with Greg, Leona would never stop crying. He had never seen a drop of tear from Leona since they were together. He would love Leona, tolerate her, and protect her from any harm or grievance. He firmly believed that the best choice for Leona was to be with him.

"York, I feel that you seem to be in a bad mood today." Standing at the door, Leona looked at York who was lying on the bed and said. In fact, she had been standing here for a long time, but York didn't notice it at all.

York immediately raised his head and looked at her, "what? No, I'm in a good mood." Then he grinned to show that he was fine.

Frowning, Leona walked up to him and said in a soft voice, "York, in fact, I know you have been suffering for so long."

York remained silent.

"I mean, if you are sad, you should find someone to pour it out. Don't always hold it in your heart." Said Leona.

"Well, can I pour them to you?" York sat down, looked at her and asked.

"I'm not the one who really knows you."

They were still being obscure. Once again, Leona refused York again. A trace of loss flashed through York's eyes, but it quickly returned to its original state. He forced a smile and said, "I know. I think we haven't been together for a long time, so we can't know each other better. We just need a little more time, right?" York looked at Leona hopefully. Just a little hope given by her would be enough.

Looking at him in silence for a long time, Leona finally gave him despair cruelly.

A few days ago, Leona began to hesitate whether she should leave York or not, because she knew the feeling of staying with the beloved one but could not be with him or her. She didn't think she could delay York like this. He was a good man. There should be a perfect woman for him, and she should have left him long ago.

"I decide to go abroad tomorrow." Leona spoke out the decision she had hesitated for a long time.

"What? Why is it so sudden?" York was shocked and immediately asked two questions. When he calmed down, he asked, "When will you leave? I'll pack up and come with you."

"I want to stay alone for a while." What Leona meant was obvious.

After understanding what she meant, York shut up and went to the bathroom alone. Not long after, the sound of watering came from the bathroom.

York didn't know whether his face was full of water or tears. Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. In the end, the water would be disposed of like rubbish. Just like him, when he healed other people's wounds, he was thrown away like a trash.

When York came out of the bathroom, he found that Leona had already gone out. He didn't even have the courage to look for her. He turned around and sat on the sofa.

'Leona, even if I have done so much, you are still so heartless. Why don't you give me a chance? You are really a tough woman.

Walking outside alone, Leona had various thoughts in her mind. To be honest, it was a lie to say that they didn't have any feelings for each other since they had been together for so long. But Leona didn't dare to face her own feelings. After experiencing so much with Greg, she felt that she had no right to love anyone.

Besides, York was still young, but would be old in a blink of an eye. How could he find a new relationship at that time? She couldn't be selfish. She couldn't delay a man's prime life.

"Big Sister." A childish voice came from behind.

Turning around, Leona found that it was the child who had just been lost.

"Little sister, didn't I just send you home? Did you get lost again?" Seeing the pretty child, Leona almost forgot most of the unhappy things. She squatted down and stood in front of the child, gently stroking her fleshy face like touching an expensive porcelain.

When she and York went downstairs for a walk just now, they saw the lost child. She coaxed the child, and York went to buy ice cream. When they came back, York pretended to give ice cream to Leona. It was hot, and Leona was about to eat ice cream when she saw it, but she didn't expect that York was just kidding her, and he took the ice cream back at once. She felt so angry at that time. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"No, big sister. My dad asked me to thank you." The little girl said in a sweet voice.

"No need," said Leona with a smile.

"By the way, the big brother asked me to give this to you just now." The little girl said as she took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Leona.

Leona opened a piece of paper and saw several words cut and pieced from the newspaper.

"I wish you happiness, but I don't wish that boy happiness. It's a good thing that you are pregnant. Take care of yourself."

"Can you tell me who gave it to you?" Seeing these strange words, Leona asked.


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