Michelle continued to blush as she sat stiffly at the dining table. She picked up a slice of toast, tore off a piece and popped it into her mouth.
She kept her head lowered, too shy to look at the person seated across her.
Aware that she was feeling embarrassed, Leon said nothing and merely took a snapshot of their breakfast using his phone.
He then sent the photo to Wynn.
Wynn typed, "A poor man's breakfast! Didn't you say that you would never eat fried eggs?"
Leon answered, "I don't want to eat it when it's cooked by other people. Michelle cooks the best fried eggs."
"And so?" Wynn asked.
"Are you an idiot? This is the breakfast that Michelle prepared for me."
"So? This is not the first time she's made you breakfast. Why did you send me a picture just now?"
"Something about it is different," Leon insisted.
Wynn was slower with his reply. "I... I don't see it."
Leon taunted, "What a pity! Why can't you understand?"
Wynn was confused, and didn't reply.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot that you don't have a girlfriend. You don't know what it's like to have breakfast that's cooked just for you," Leon mocked.
Wynn started to tap his phone furiously.
He knew that Leon had to be smirking, and he wanted to beat that smirk off his friend's face. 'How shameless! He sent me a photo just to show off his girlfriend?'
Leon was smirking as he fired off another message.
"You still haven't improved after many years? I'm starting to worry about you."
After a pause, a voice message popped up in the chat. In his haste, Leon accidentally tapped on it.
"Fuck you, Leon! You're a real bastard, you know that? Whether I've improved or not is none of your business! And I like to take my time. Do you really need to show off your—"
He immediately clicked on the file again, cutting off Wynn's hysterical tirade. He knew that his friend was still cursing him on the other end of the phone.
'How could I not show off?
I have a girlfriend, and Wynn doesn't.'
Leon didn't want Michelle to know that Wynn had already known about their relationship. He looked up from his phone and across the table to check on his girlfriend's reaction. Michelle looked back at him with a dumbfounded expression.
She was still chewing on half of her toast.
"Sorry. Did that scare you?" he asked.
"Was that Wynn? He just called you a bastard." It was her first time hearing someone refer to Leon as a bastard. Michelle was surprised but also a little upset.
'How could anyone call Leon a bastard?
Bastards are bad guys, but Leon is not.'
"Why was Wynn scolding you?" Michelle frowned in concern. "Are you two fighting? If you are, it's better to talk face-to-face—the earlier, the better. Or else, it will be harder and harder to make up afterwards. You two are good friends so you can be honest with each other."
Leon reassured her, "Don't worry. It's just that he has been single for quite some time. Without a girlfriend, he sometimes gets hotheaded like this."
"Really?" Michelle asked doubtfully. "Men turn out to be like Wynn when they don't have girlfriends?"
"More or less," Leon replied vaguely.
"Oh, I see!" Michelle nodded in understanding. She felt as if she had obtained new knowledge.
Ever since she met Leon, it was as if he had opened her eyes to a whole new world.
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