The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 905

But the reality was that Leonie had saved his life. If she hadn't forced Hawthorne to step in, Dorian would have undoubtedly been beaten to death in Sully's club.

Dorian watched silently as Leonie peeled the apple. He was completely at her mercy now, his future entirely out of his hands.

Leonie sliced the peeled apple into neat, bite-sized pieces and prepared to feed them to him. Encased in a heavy cast, Dorian's mobility was practically non-existent.

But opening his mouth felt awkward, and keeping it closed felt ungrateful. Having Leonie feed him felt entirely too intimate. However, she quickly dismissed his hesitation with a single comment.

"Why aren't you eating? What's wrong? Am I not a good enough nurse?"

Afraid of upsetting her, Dorian opened his mouth and accepted the apple. Leonie beamed with satisfaction.

"There we go. That's more like it. You just need to let me take care of you."

She fed him several more pieces before Dorian's gaze drifted toward the doorway.

A tall, lean figure was leaning casually against the doorframe. Connor looked as arrogant as ever, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched them with a dark, unreadable expression.

Dorian spoke softly. "Leonie, your boyfriend is here."

Leonie followed his gaze and immediately spotted Connor.

She didn't want to engage with him, but she also knew that ignoring him would only provoke a barrage of sarcastic insults. She kept her tone flat. "If you want to come in, then sit down."

Connor tilted his head back and let out a dramatic scoff.

"I just came to see if you two were still alive. Why is this guy still clinging to you? Are you two really that desperate to be together?"

Leonie glared at Connor, her frustration boiling over.

"If you're here to check on Dorian, you're welcome to stay. But if you're just here to pick a fight, get the hell out."

Connor's eyes darkened slightly, his fiery arrogance dimming, though he refused to let the argument go.

He chewed aggressively on the unlit cigarette in his mouth. "I'm just trying to look out for you, but clearly, you'd rather bite the hand that feeds you."

With that, he vanished from the doorway. Leonie waited a moment before turning back to Dorian. "Just ignore him. He's always like this. Don't let it bother you. He's never going to change his awful attitude."

Leonie believed whatever people told her, and Dorian had genuinely considered making her fall for him. But the more time he spent with her, the more his conscience had warred with his ambition.

He simply couldn't bring himself to manipulate her. Unlike the other wealthy heiresses he had known—who were arrogant, demanding, and utterly devoid of respect for anyone beneath them—Leonie was different.

He had no problem scamming those superficial elites, happily draining their bank accounts with zero remorse. But faced with Leonie's pure, untainted kindness, he found he couldn't play the villain.

Dorian remained silent. Seeing him wince, Leonie realized her jokes were causing him physical pain and quickly stopped teasing him.

That evening, Leonie hired a private nurse for Dorian. She needed to head back and check in with Mr. and Mrs. Everhart.

She only dared to stay out overnight on rare occasions, usually relying on Gwyneth to cover for her, but she couldn't push her luck without raising her parents' suspicions.

Walking out of the hospital, Leonie assumed Connor had already left. She was dead wrong.

An obnoxiously flashy red sports car was parked right out front, making it impossible to miss him. Wherever Connor went, a steady stream of girls inevitably flocked to him, begging for his Facebook contact.

Connor's bleached blonde hair was impossible to miss. Leonie glanced in his direction, noting the small group of women eagerly trying to catch his attention.