The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 872

She never imagined that the things Connor usually said to her weren't jokes at all, but came straight from the bottom of his heart. Leonie's face burned crimson, feeling as if all her dignity had been stripped away.

Fuming with anger, Leonie marched right up to Connor, grabbed a glass of red wine from the table, and splashed it directly over his head.

"Connor Kaufman, that is enough. In your eyes, I'm just your pathetic follower, aren't I?"

Connor had no idea how Leonie suddenly appeared in front of him. He had drunk quite a bit and was still staring in a daze.

"Leonie..."

He was about to ask if she was out of her mind, but he swallowed the words back down.

Because he saw her face covered in tears, and those tears held a kind of profound devastation that Connor had never seen before.

In his mind, Leonie was always bossy and fierce, like a little wildcat.

Seeing Leonie's moment of vulnerability sobered Connor up significantly, and he didn't dare speak as harshly as he just did.

His friends were also startled by Leonie.

Gavin Evans, who had brought Leonie here, never expected to hear such explosive remarks from Connor, let alone see the beloved Everhart heiress reduced to tears.

"Miss Everhart, Connor didn't mean it like that. He just had too much to drink. Please don't take it to heart."

"Yeah, Leonie. Connor is just talking nonsense because he's drunk. Don't overthink it, it's not like that."

The group of guys scrambled to explain on Connor's behalf, but Leonie was already furious.

"You don't need to speak for him. I heard everything. Connor, tell me yourself, were those the words of a decent human being?"

The line between Connor playing the tough guy and cowering was crossed in half a second. He picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip, and finally lowered his voice.

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