"My Leslie doesn’t need acceptance from others..."
After Sheila Fletcher finished her accusatory remarks, a voice as cold and clear as ice unexpectedly ca from the direction of the bathroom.
It wasn’t until this icy tone was heard that the quarreling Sheila Fletcher and Leslie Howard realized and turned their heads.
Unnoticed, the bathroom door had been opened from inside.
A tall and well-built figure appeared right behind the bathroom door.
The man’s expression was refined and aloof, his deep blue eyes filled with a brooding intensity. His cold eyes were slightly lowered, and his sensual jawline was tightly set, indicating his displeasure at this mont.
"David..."
Leslie Howard looked at David Redington in a daze, annoyed at his ergence.
Didn’t she tell him to hide in there? If her mother found out David was there, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
However, Leslie’s words were drowned out by Sheila Fletcher’s slightly excited voice—
"You... you’re David Redington!"
The movie star David Redington, elegant and aloof, noble and remarkable.
That signature black hair and blue eyes undeniably identified him, not to ntion that noble and cool deanor that ordinary people could never impersonate.
Once Sheila Fletcher confird David’s identity, a delightful sparkle instantly erupted in her eyes.
Late at night, a lone man and a woman in a room together, with Leslie still in a bathrobe, clearly having just showered.
And David—
Sheila Fletcher, with a shrewd glance, quickly scanned David, noting that although he was neatly dressed, his shirt’s collar was open, and his tie was nowhere to be seen.
Moreover, he erged from the bathroom, indicating he had purposely hidden there earlier to avoid suspicion.
All evidence pointed to a relationship between David and her daughter, one that was incredibly intimate.
"Leslie, why didn’t you tell earlier that you were already with David? You see, you nearly made misunderstand you just now..."
Sheila Fletcher was astute and sociable. Upon seeing David, she imdiately recalled how offensive her earlier words might have been to him.
Especially ntioning the incident of drugging from over four years ago.
If only there were a way to take back words, Sheila Fletcher would have swallowed them imdiately.
Oh dear, oh dear, how could that silly girl Leslie not give her a heads-up, allowing David to hear everything.
While Sheila Fletcher was hesitating and filled with regret and frustration,
David had already ignored her completely and walked over to Leslie Howard.
"There, there, don’t cry." The man scooped up the woman, whose eyes were clearly already red, into his embrace.
His broad and powerful hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her small face into his wide chest.
Leslie was still sowhat stunned, but the mont she was embraced by David, she felt her entire being relax.
An unprecedented sense of security, an unprecedented warmth.
This man’s embrace, still as firm and cool as ever,
yet strangely, this ti while holding him,
she felt a warmth she had never experienced before.
Leslie closed her eyes, allowing the tears that had welled up in her eyes to fall silently.
...
"Leslie..." Sheila Fletcher’s tentative voice suddenly broke the silence.
Realizing she might have said many wrong things and wanted to make ands,
Nevertheless, it seed David was quite nice to her daughter and not annoyed with Leslie Howard despite overhearing their sches.
Seeing this, Sheila Fletcher was relieved.
She cautiously called out, only to et David’s cold gaze.
Sheila Fletcher was startled by that icy look and quickly explained, "David, don’t misunderstand, I..."
[Another Chapter before 1:00 tonight]
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