The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

Seeing Leopold exit the diner, she seized the chance to respond. 

[Sorry, Arno, mom’s been grounding me from my phone lately. Couldn’t respond to your messages. I’m doing okay now, no need to worry.] 

Arnold responded quickly. [Glad to hear you’re alright. I’m still in Starhaven, wrapping up a few shoots. I should be back in a couple of weeks.] 

[I’ll wait for you.] 

[Promise me you’ll tell me if something’s bothering you or if you’re unhappy. Don’t keep it to yourself.] 

[OK.] 

Aurelia looked up to find herself under a massive shadow. Startled, she turned to find Leopold standing behind her, his eyes dark and cold as he stared at her phone. His face was as dark as a storm cloud. 

She shivered. “I…I thought you went out?” 

When did he come back? 

Leopold ground out between clenched teeth, “You were hoping I’d leave?” 

“No,” she recoiled. “I’m going to check on the kid.” As she stood up to leave, he swept her into his arms and strode out of the diner, heading upstairs. 

Her face went pale from fright. “Put me down!” 

An icy aura radiated from Leopold, wrapping around her and making her feel as though her blood was freezing. 

He kicked open the door to their room and unceremoniously tossed her onto the couch. 

“So, you couldn’t wait to get your phone and text Arnold?” 

She cuddled up with a pillow, curling up like a snail trying to hide in its shell. 

“No, I saw he messaged me and just responded.” 

He towered over her, his gaze sharp as a blade as he scrutinized her. “Are you so eager to divorce me so you 

can be with Arnold?” 

“The divorce was agreed upon before, it has nothing to do with Arno. Even if he wasn’t in the picture, we’d still divorce. You don’t even like me,” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper. But Leopold heard it. 

His anger boiled over. “What part of you is likable?” Every aspect of her annoyed him. 

Aurelia felt as though she’d been stabbed in the back. She shrank back, her self–esteem crushed under his 

words. 

“I know you despise me, so I thought it’d be considerate to ask for a divorce, to get out of your sight.” She lowered her gaze. She was terrified of his anger, his temper. But no matter how she acted, it seemed he was never satisfied, never happy. Being disliked felt like being a mistake. As if even breathing was wrong.