Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 611

After shopping for wine in the middle of the night, Heather and Leon went home. He opened the vehicle’s trunk and took out a wooden box from it which contained several bottles of wine they had just bought.

The weight was nothing to Leon, and obviously it didn’t matter to Heather as well. However, she thought it would be more suitable for the man to carry it.

The wind blew through Leon’s hair before Heather reached out to fix it. It was quite cold outside at night, and she wanted to return quickly to the warm room while Leon followed closely behind her at that moment.

“You have to drink all of this, Heather. Otherwise, you’ll be sorry.” He pouted adorably. Sometimes, he looked like an overgrown child.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” She nodded, wondering why he was so stubborn and how much the incident back then had hurt him.

“Hurry up and get in,” said Heather to Leon as she stepped into the elevator.

As he carried the box of wine, he smiled. Many times, Heather envied him for his ‘casual’ lifestyle. She had no idea what kind of burden he carried, and he always looked positive and optimistic.

Just then, the clock sounded from the living room. She noticed the antique clock that looked like it had a long history, and she couldn’t help wondering why the previous owner kept everything here.

“Did this house always look like this?” she asked, suddenly interested in the house.

“I made a few changes here and there.” He glanced around the room, and his gaze shifted to the second floor.

“This house isn’t too bad!” He quickly took the opportunity to compliment the house he picked, which was an exquisitely decorated villa despite being a second-hand house.

“Yes, you do have good taste,” she said with a wry smile, noticing the feng shui of the room.

It seemed like the previous owner wasn’t only a fan of European style, but they also paid special attention to feng shui. Indeed, living in a house that was filled with positive energy would bring prosperity to the person.

She wondered if the previous owner had run away, and what was the reason behind it. Like a detective, she began to explore the reasons.

“You have a strange look on your face. Is there something wrong with my house?” Leon asked in confusion while looking at her mysterious face. It felt as though there was something in his house.

“Nothing. I’m just curious about the previous owner of this place,” she said plainly, wanting to know more about the previous owner.

Leon stared at her bewilderedly, not knowing what she was up to. “Don’t worry. The previous owner was just an eccentric old man with nothing special about him.”

He furrowed his brows at the thought of the old man’s strange appearance, for he had never seen such a strange person. He frowned in dissatisfaction, thinking of certain unpleasant experiences.

“An eccentric old man.” Heather tried to recall any details, but it seemed like there was no such person in her memories.

“Well, would you like a drink?” Leon reminded her. For some reason, he felt like she had no interest in drinking anymore, for her attention had already drifted elsewhere.

“Yes.” She spoke in a firm voice.

With that, he opened the bottle of wine. This was the most expensive wine they could buy at this time, and he tried to give her the most expensive one. She took a whiff and immediately noticed the difference between this and good quality wine.

When he saw her subconscious frown, Leon began to worry that she would spit it out after taking a sip. She had been pampered since young, so he didn’t know why she was making things difficult for herself.

However, what he was worried about didn’t happen. Heather took a sip and revealed a soothing smile. As she glanced at Leon’s nervous expression, she didn’t know what to say. It was just a glass of ordinary wine, not poison.

“You’re amazing, Heather.” Leon couldn’t help but applaud her. She had finally changed his perception of her.

“Don’t be a smart*ss.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Drink.”

The two then went back and forth, and Heather’s tolerance was as good as Leon’s. One glass after another, the bottle was soon emptied out.

Meanwhile, the air was filled with the smell of alcohol. Heather sat on the chair while Leon spread across the couch, uncaring of his image.

“I wonder how those girls at school, who see you as a noble man and prince, would react if they happen to see you like this,” she said teasingly.

Meanwhile, he didn’t mind it at all since he wasn’t an uptight person. As far as manners were concerned, it was just an act he put on in front of people and a trick he used to get girls.

“I call this my true nature.” He brought the wine to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

“Right. True nature.” She laughed cheerfully. It was only natural that she let go a little after a few drinks.

As they rambled on, they had never felt so relaxed like this. In fact, Leon found that she was less sharp-tongued and even more gentle. Was this the power of love?

It was incredible. He leaned closer to her unconsciously, but she instinctively furrowed her brows since she was still not used to others being so close to her.

“Heather.” The smell of alcohol brushed against her face, and Leon wanted to rest his face against her.