Only you in my love novel Chapter 754

After sending Tim away, Michelle walked back and forth in the living room. In her hand was a fresh strawberry.

"Dad, where did you get these strawberries? They're quite fresh and sweet."

"I didn't buy them. Leon gave us. He has his people send us strawberries every day."

Stunned by what she heard, Michelle almost squeezed the half-eaten strawberry in her hand into a pulp.

'Leon once said that he would plant strawberries for me.

I wonder if these were the ones he talked about.

Could this really be it?'

Michelle thought to herself.

She stared blankly at the fruit in her hand. The strawberry's natural sweetness lingered in her mouth. It was just as Leon described it to her before.

While she was lost in thought, she put the fruit in her mouth and chewed on it absent-mindedly.

Adams didn't think anything was wrong with his daughter, and so he went upstairs to his room. While her parents had the habit of taking naps, Michelle didn't.

She just stood in front of the champagne roses for some time until Debra invited her to go out and have fun.

As she saw Michelle stepping out of their home in the afternoon, Elaine smiled and reminded her to be careful on the way out. She took a plastic basin and stopped in front of the clothesline.

In the basin were Michelle's bed sheets and covers. Since she mostly stayed in bed in the morning, Elaine couldn't wash them until the afternoon.

In the yard, many different clothes and blankets hung on the clothesline to dry. As soon as she finished hanging her daughter's sheets, someone called out to her.

"Aunt Elaine."

"Who is it?" Poking her head out, Elaine saw that it was Leon. She quickly walked over and asked, "Leon, you're here for Michelle, aren't you? Well, she went out not long before you got here. Haven't you seen her?"

A little surprised, Leon answered, "No, I'm afraid I didn't notice her on my way here. My sister asked me to fetch something from her apartment near L University. I dropped by because Michelle has a spare key to Nina's apartment."

"Well, I guess that must be something important. Go in and have a seat first. I'll help you look for it." With a gesture of her hand, Elaine invited him to come inside.

Before going in, a grey bed sheet with white stripes caught Leon's eye.

He felt that the sheets hanging on the clothesline felt strangely familiar to him.

The bed sheet and quilt cover looked like they had been used for years.

Seeing that he didn't come in, Elaine asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there anything outside?"

"No, not at all," Leon answered quickly. He then turned about and walked towards her.

After a short wait, Elaine came back downstairs with a bunch of keys. She spread them in her palm so Leon could take a closer look at them. "Michelle's keys are all here. She doesn't take them with her since we have fingerprint door locks.

But she does have a habit of collecting things. That's why all these keys are chained up and stored together," she said.

Leon examined each one and found the key to the apartment. He had used it for a long time, so it was easy for him to recognize.

"It's this one. Thank you, Aunt Elaine. I'll get going now."

"Okay," Elaine replied and walked him to the door.

While passing through the yard, Leon stopped and stared at the familiar bed sheet and quilt cover again. He wanted to ask whose sheets those were, but after a second thought, he decided not to. It would be a strange question to ask, after all.

Elaine followed his gaze and hesitantly asked, "Is there anything wrong with our yard?"

Leon decided that he might as well ask the question since she already asked. "Aunt Elaine, whose sheets are those?" he asked her, trying not to sound strange.

Elaine looked at him suspiciously.

It appeared as if she was expecting an explanation from him. He knew that it still sounded weird, so he quickly added, "I think they are beautiful, that's why I asked."

Although Elaine had doubts about his question, she just smiled at him and said, "I see."

In the end, she still didn't tell him whose sheets they were. Leon's curiosity wasn't satisfied. He hurried to the apartment to see if his hunch was right.

No one had lived in the apartment for three years. When Leon opened the door, he could smell the dust that had been sealed in for a long time. The tables, chairs, and sofa looked like they were hastily draped with whatever assortment of covers could be found.