You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 800

Michelle shook her head. "Leon, you shouldn't stay the night. The sofa isn't big enough for you."

Leon was totally dumbfounded.

'The sofa?

She's actually considered letting me sleep on the sofa?'

It was winter now.

Rather than spend the night on the sofa and risk taking a cold shower on such a cold day, he might as well go home and have a good, proper sleep.

Leon smiled wryly. "Never mind. I'll sit here and carry on with my work, but you can't get too close to me, okay?"

"Okay!" Michelle's eyes brightened with joy. "I promise I won't disturb you."

"Okay then." Leon stood up to get the laptop, dragged his chair over, and stuck it on the bedside.

This arrangement was very much to Michelle's liking. Although Leon didn't sit on the bed, they were practically sitting side by side. As long as she looked up, his face would come into view.

A peaceful silence sank into the room as the both of them proceeded to do their own things.

Nevertheless, Michelle couldn't help but peep at Leon from time to time. For the first couple of times, Leon could still force himself to remain unaffected by her gaze. The next couple of times were getting harder and harder. In the end, under a particularly long, burning gaze, he finally threw in the towel.

He closed this laptop resignedly.

"Leon, have you finished your work?" Michelle's eyes lit up. "It's only been ten minutes, though."

'So you know it's only been ten minutes?' Leon thought helplessly.

In the end, he didn't have the heart to blame her. It was his own lack of concentration that made him unable to last more than ten minutes under her gaze.

"I've finished the urgent ones. As for the rest, I'll finish them tomorrow." Leon, who was lying through his teeth, put his laptop aside. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Michelle smiled. "Not really. I just want to look at you."

"Just look at me?" Leon raised his eyebrows. "Don't you want to do something else?"

"Something else? Should I tell you a story then?" In fact, aside from looking at Leon, Michelle didn't have anything else she particularly wanted to do.

"You can do whatever you want." Leon suddenly thought of something and added, "You can also tell me about what you've experienced during the three years you lived abroad."

"You want to know?" Michelle asked in a rather hesitant tone.

Leon got even more curious. "Yes, I do."

"Alright." Michelle couldn't think of any other stories, so she had to tell him about her life abroad.

When she left, she cried on the plane for a really long time that her eyes ended up extremely swollen. She probably looked really miserable because right after she got off the plane, a staff member of the airline approached her and asked if she needed help.

That was the first form of warmth she felt in a foreign country. It also kind of gave her some courage to face the strange place, which would soon be her home.

That was her first time going abroad alone. When she arrived at her supposed residence, she finally broke down crying and slept for one full day and night.

She was starving once she woke up, but when she went out to get food, she found that she couldn't communicate well with the locals. The language barrier made it hard for her to even get food.

At that time, she once again regretted going abroad alone, scolding herself inwardly for her impulsiveness and irrationality.

But crying over spilled milk was useless. She was already in another country. Could it be that she wanted to go back after only a mere couple of days?

What was she going to say to her parents?

She was no longer a child, so she must be responsible for the choice she made.

Money wasn't a problem—she'd made a lot of money in her previous job and her parents had also given her some before she left. Her college lessons, on the other hand, were tricky to handle.

First of all, she had never learned and couldn't speak the official language of that country, so she had to work two or even three times harder to catch up on the lessons.

In her first year, she was really miserable. The things she had to learn were countless.