Chapter 263 A Wrong Path Would Lead You Astray 1.
| nodded. | felt so worn out after speaking, given that my body had been in bad condition already.
Seeing that | was getting drowsy, Jackie said, “Take some rest in the hospital today, so you would be ready for the banquet tomorrow night.”
| relieved a long sigh, lying in bed a whole day long.
It was already in the afternoon that | arrived in City P from Newton Town. Leo picked me up at the airport. He wasn’t pleased to see the dark circles
under my eyes. He said, “What's happened to you in Newton Town, Clara?”
| got in the car and said with ease, “| haven't slept well. The schedules are tight.”
“We are going to the gown fitting first. And after that, you can get some proper rest at my place. | will come back to get you in the evening.” Leo
started the car and spoke.
| looked at him, with a gentle smile on my face.
Seeing that | only smiled at him but stay quiet the whole time, Leo frowned, “Why are you staring at me with that weird look on your face?”
| looked away and spoke slowly, “Did anyone tell you that you've become more caring, just like a big brother now?”
He snorted and said angrily, “Don't say things that go against your heart.”
| looked outside the window, got a little absent-minded. | said easily, “Leo, you and | are the only ones from the HL area that are still around.”
He seemed surprised, frowned, and looked at me, “What is that supposed to mean?”
Leo kept staring at me when our car was at the traffic light.
My throat hurt, so did my eyes, “Diana passed.”
“What do you mean she passed?”
“Diana and grandma were both buried at the cemetery in Newton Town. | used to want to take them back to the HL area. But now it seems like we
can't make it back there.”
The green light was on.
But the old people were passing slowly on the zebra crossing.
The cars behind ours kept honking to urge us, but Leo didn’t start the car. He looked up at the traffic light in front of us, and then closed his eyes.
The whistle was nonstop. Abruptly, Leo got out of the car and closed the door irritably. That took me by surprise.
After figuring out what he was going to do, I hurriedly ran down behind him.
Leo walked up to the cars that had been honking at us and knocked on the window of the driver’s seat. The driver rolled down
the glass and said impatiently, “Driving a freaking Bentley doesn’t make you any less of a moron! You...”
However, Leo’s murderous stare stopped the driver from finishing his cursing at us.
Leo pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. He looked at the driver’s face coldly and said, “Get down!”
The man was a little confused, had no clue about what was going on, and said with anger, “What the heck is wrong with you?”
“I told you to get out of the car! Now!” Leo opened the man’s car door with forceful violence and dragged the big guy out of his car.
Afterward, Leo beat the man violently, and the man was a bit out of shape. Leo’s handsome face was clouded by anger, and the driver kept begging for mercy.
After venting his emotions, Leo threw a business card at the driver and said with a bit of arrogance, “Next time you honk again in the city center, you might not be able to get away with it alive.”
Leo got back into the car and started the car again right after saying so.
I sighed, “Leo... What you did there was just impulsive madness! You could’ve just listened to him nagging and waited until all old fellas have passed the zebra crossing so we could leave. There’s no need to cause any trouble.”
He pursed his lips and didn't speak. His emotions were not here.
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