You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 654

When Michelle heard that she had received more than ten thousand dollars, she was so shocked that she dropped the drumstick. "That's way too much money!"

She wiped her hands on a tissue and reached for the phone.

Leon moved to stop her and asked, "Do you remember what I've said before?"

"Of course I do. Don't trust random people on the Internet. Don't add strangers on WeChat easily. I remember everything you told me. I just want to see how much money I received." Michelle kept glancing at the phone with eager eyes. She murmured, "Maybe..."

"No." Leon knew what she wanted to say—that she could make a small fortune out of this situation—so he shot that thought down immediately. "This is not the right way to earn money."

Wynn huffed in disbelief. He wondered who was it that said they should accept the money that people gave them willingly.

Why was Leon saying the opposite now? "Are you the Leon I know? You're the most cunning man I've ever seen. But why are you acting so upright now?" Wynn thought his complaint was all in his head. The cruel reality, however, was that he muttered it out loud.

He spoke in a volume that should not have been audible to others but the object of his frustration was sitting right next to him. Leon heard every word, crystal clear.

Leon's expression became ominous in a second.

"Wynn, what did you just say?" Michelle was confused as she didn't hear Wynn clearly.

People who spoke ill of others behind their backs were cowards. It only made sense that they would be terrified when they were caught complaining about someone to that person's face. Wynn came to his senses with a jolt when he heard Michelle. He felt like someone was glaring daggers at him.

A shiver ran down the man's spine.

Wynn cautiously met Michelle's gaze but she only looked confused. The pressure he was feeling wasn't coming from her. Then it could only be Leon.

As soon as he turned to look in the other direction, he saw Leon's expression and froze up. In the eyes of most people, Leon seemed modest and gentle. Even if he was angry, he covered it up with a smile.

How angry must this man be now?

Wynn looked back and forth between the two as he caught his breath. With a nervous chuckle, he asked, "Did I say anything?"

"You've said everything," Leon murmured with a dangerous smile.

Wynn's eyes widened in horror. He quickly pushed his chair back from the table, the force sending the chair a short distance across the floor, and he scrambled to leave the premises—to put as much distance as he could between him and Leon. In his hurry, he forgot to change his shoes, let alone close the door behind him.

Michelle blinked and asked Leon, "What's the matter with him?"

"Epilepsy, I guess," the man replied indifferently.

"Epilepsy?" Michelle's jaw dropped in surprise. "That's a disorder. He might need our help. We should go after him!"

Leon chuckled. She was almost too easy to deceive.

"I wouldn't worry about him," he assured as he stood and gently pressed down on Michelle's shoulders to guide her back to her seat.

Seeing his calm expression, the girl realized that he must be messing with her. She pouted and asked, "Leon, did you just make a joke?"

"Yes." Leon flicked her forehead. "Don't believe everything you hear. You can be quite gullible."

"Oh, all right," Michelle acquiesced.

Leon said, "If you want the phone back, promise me one thing first."

"I promise," the girl promptly answered.

"You promise even though I haven't said anything yet. Are you not afraid? What if the terms of my condition are unacceptable?" Leon teased her.

"I'm not afraid." Michelle took the phone and smiled up at him. "I know you'd never hurt me."

"Why do you trust me so much?" Leon asked. "I might decide to sell you off one day. What then?"

"I trust you," Michelle asserted innocently. She paused to think and then added, "But, Leon, don't sell me. I'm a good girl."

Leon smiled back at her. He never thought that she, of all people, would trust him unconditionally. The only other people to do that were Nina and Wynn.

As he looked into the girl's bright and innocent eyes, he sighed. "Yes. How can I willingly sell such a good girl? It's better to have you all to myself."