His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 92 Meanie

"The one bullying Bellatrix_019," Scarlett snapped.

His fingers froze around the wine glass. Slowly, he set it down and sat up. His voice was calm but cold now. "Soone touched her?"

"Yes. That influencer cockroach—Alexa. Ever heard of her?"

"No," he said flatly, already reaching for his laptop from the compartnt beside his sunbed. "But I will."

Scarlett grinned from the other end. "I knew you’d be interested. She ssed with the softest hacker on the planet. You know what that ans, right?"

BlackKnight’s fingers danced across his keyboard, pulling up information in re seconds. His lips curled into a dangerous smile.

"It ans... it’s open season."

***

Leonardo knocked on her bedroom door again, firr this ti. "Bella," he called out, his voice low but impatient. "Open the door."

Inside, Isabella sat on her bed, arms wrapped around her knees. She didn’t want to open the door. Not after dinner. Not after he said those things about scar. Not after he sided with Alexa. He was a bad guy.

"No!" she shouted, louder this ti.

Silence followed. For a second, her heart fluttered with hope. Did he go away?

She leaned forward, listening closely.

Then—

"Bella," his voice ca again, slower, almost amused. "Open the door. Or I’ll tell the maid to burn your toys."

Her eyes flew wide open. "You wouldn’t!" she gasped.

She hadn’t even brought Moonbeam and Berry on this trip—those two were safely back ho. But the way Leonardo said it, with that awful smirk she could practically hear through the door, made her paranoid enough to jump to her feet.

She stomped toward the door and yanked it open. "What!" she snapped.

Leonardo stood there, arms crossed, looking far too amused for soone threatening plushies. But his smirk faltered just a bit when he looked at her.

Because even though she tried to sound angry, she looked like a little bunny who’d just had her favorite carrot taken away. Her cheeks were puffed in frustration, her lower lip jutted out in a soft pout, and her eyes—still a bit red from crying earlier were now glaring up at him with stormy defiance.

He tilted his head, watching her with mild fascination. "You look like you’re going to bite ."

"I might," she huffed.

"I doubt it." He leaned casually against the doorfra. "You look more like you’d throw a cushion at and then hide under the blanket."

Isabella’s face turned red. "You’re so annoying! I don’t want to talk to you!"

"Well, we’re talking now."

She tried to slam the door back, but he stepped inside before she could, gently shutting it behind him.

She backed up. "You can’t just co in like that."

"I can. It’s my house."

"It’s my room!"

He raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And you’re being an!"

He sighed, letting his arms drop as he walked a little closer. "Look... I didn’t co to fight."

"Then why did you say those things?" she asked, voice trembling. "Why did you agree with her? Why did you make feel like I was wrong?"

Leonardo ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking less smug. "Because I didn’t like your friend."

"Scarlett ca all the way for . She helped . She was there when I was sad. You weren’t."

He winced slightly at her words. "You didn’t tell you were upset."

"You didn’t ask!"

He sighed again, looking away for a second. "I didn’t an to hurt you."

"You did," she said, quieter now. "You always act like I’m small and clueless and don’t know anything... like I’m not worth defending."

He looked at her slowly. And maybe—just maybe—there was guilt in his eyes now.

"That’s not true," he said.

She blinked.

"You’re a headache," he said, stepping closer. "You’re stubborn and childish. But you’re not clueless. And I never said you weren’t worth defending."

She opened her mouth to argue but nothing ca out.

He gently reached out and touched the top of her head. "I was wrong."

Her breath caught.

Isabella looked up at him, still hugging herself. "Then stop siding with her," she whispered. "Even if you don’t like Scarlett, she was kind to ."

Leonardo’s expression darkened just slightly at the ntion of Scarlett, but he nodded. "Alright. I won’t say anything next ti."

She stared at him for another long mont. "Don’t threaten my toys again either."

He chuckled. "Fine."

She turned away to sit on the edge of her bed, pouting still. "You make feel like crying."

Leonardo stood quietly for a mont. Then he slowly walked over and sat beside her, not too close. "I’ll try not to next ti."

After a beat of silence, Isabella peeked at him from the corner of her eye. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"...Even if I throw a cushion?"

He smirked. "Then I’ll throw one back."

She giggled, a tiny sound, and he glanced at her.

"Are we done fighting?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Maybe."

But she didn’t ask him to leave and he didn’t move either.

It was the first ti they had a comfortable conversation. No shouting, no awkward silence, no walking away. Just soft voices and hesitant truths. And for so reason, Leonardo found himself... enjoying it.

He wasn’t used to this—this quiet warmth in the air, this way she looked at him with those soft brown eyes like she was trying to read his thoughts.

He didn’t even realize he was smiling faintly until—

"Hey," Bella called gently, tilting her head.

"Yes?" he turned toward her, and his expression was softer now.

She hesitated. "Can Scarlett stay with for a few days?"

Leonardo’s brows furrowed imdiately. "No. She’s too loud."

Bella blinked. "What?"

"She’ll turn you into her. Look at you—just one day with her and you’re already acting like a brat," he said sharply, his cold gaze returning like a sudden slap.

Bella stared at him, stunned.

And then sothing inside her snapped.

"Go away," she said firmly, voice trembling but eyes fierce.

"What?" he asked, frowning.

"Get out!" she yelled, standing up and pointing to the door. "You never change! You always ruin things!"

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, she stord over and pushed him—hard—out of the room.

The door slamd in his face.

Leonardo stood there, blinking in shock.