NovelAppChapter 361 Theresia chuckled, “Is the person Lisa or Elowen?” Elowen still hadn't given up on reclaiming her position.
Beverley shook her head, replying, “It's a forthcoming rival in love.” Leopold slightly furrowed his brows, wrapping his arm around Aurelia, “Sweetheart, don’t worry. No one could possibly be your rival.” Aurelia thought sarcastically, “The number of women eager to be by your side could circle the equator ten times over if they held hands.” “Why not tell me about all your childhood sweethearts and close female friends, so | don’t end up being the idiot.” “There’s no such person,” Leopold asserted without hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAurelia pursed her lips and thought, “What about Megan?” His dishonesty only proved there was something he was hiding.
Noticing her suspicion, Leopold stroked her head, “Honey, there's really no one. It's just a game, so don't take it seriously.” Beverley interjected, “Leopold, Tarot isn’t a game, and it’s quite accurate. Shall | read your cards again?” “No need,” Leopold dismissed coolly.
To Aurelia’s mind, if he had a girlfriend in the past, he would never admit it. After all, he was as cold and unyielding as an iceberg, his thoughts frozen within.
“Bev, Tarot seems interesting. Could you teach me how to read the cards?” she subtly changed the subject.
“Sure.” Beverley nodded.
In the grand hall, Lisa arrived.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon seeing her, Arnold's brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?” Lisa tried to keep her composure, “l am the daughter-in-law of the Stirling family. It's only natural for me to attend the Stirlings family dinner.” “You truly disgust me,” Arnold retorted, turning to leave. He didn’t want her in his sight, lest it spoil his mood.
Lisa bit her lip, awkward. Sheryl came over and put her arm around Lisa, “Let's go watch them play Bridge.” She nodded, following Sheryl away.
Aurelia, coming out of the tea room, went to find the children in the garden, where they were feeding fish by the pond.
Leopold, wrapping his arm around her slender waist, “You don’t actually believe in such childish fortune—telling games, do you?” Aurelia teased, “I do. I've heard Tarot readings are quite accurate.” Leopold sighed, “If anyone dares to be your rival, I'll be the first to deal with her.” Aurelia cast him a sidelong glance, “But what if she’s your childhood sweetheart or close female friend? Would you still be willing?” His lips curved into a wicked smile and said, “My wife’s enemy is my enemy.” Aurelia was taken aback. Was he starting to learn to sweet—talk? “I don't really mind. Because I've not planned to reconcile with you. If such a woman appears, and you find her quite appealing, let's just settle the paperwork, and go our separate ways.” A flicker of hurt flashed in Leopold's eyes, “Am | that unimportant to you?” She shrugged, her tone nonchalant, “I'm not love—struck. Why should | take a man too seriously?” The best way to avoid getting hurt was to not care too much about men. It allowed for an easy retreat without being badly hurt.
Leopold was speechless, and he stared at her as if trying to see the deepest secrets of her heart through her eyes, trying to determine if she was truly indifferent or just hiding her hurt.
“It doesn’t matter if 'm important or not because we are bound for life, and | won't allow anyone to come between us.” He pulled her close suddenly, and their bodies glued together as if merging into one.
Aurelia hit his shoulder lightly, “Someone might see.” His brows lifted a bit, face full of audacity, “So what if they see? Can't | be affectionate with my wife in my own house?“
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