Luellen flinched and found Leander sitting on the side of her bed. She gasped and chuckled, her hands waving. "Please ignore that! But yes! I’m also happy I managed to knock him off . I was so scared... What if he beat up for kicking him?"
A familiar voice then chuckled with her. He didn’t even care if he felt pain from it. "Oh, he’d be a dead man walking if he did that."
The maiden gasped and looked past Leander’s face. Her face brightened. "Mr Beckett! You’re awake!"
"Hey, I heard many things from Madam Henny." Beckett flashed a big smile. He would have jumped around in his usual enthusiasm, but his body had no extra energy. It just sounded like he was so calm about it. "You plan on marrying Andy for real, no? Hey, congratulations..."
"Thank you..." Luellen blushed, soon moving to sit up on the couch, where she lay. She dusted her skirt and made sure she looked presentable. She then moved to sit on the edge of Beckett’s bed. "How are you feeling, Mr Beckett? You almost drowned, and I could have caused your stitches to co undone. I’m so sorry..."
"I want to say it’s okay... but you still call Mr Beckett..." The man laughed, his hand pressed on the wound on his abdon. He then looked up at Leander. "Andy, I’m jealous..."
Luellen glanced at Leander’s frowning face. She then chuckled and patted Beckett’s shoulder. "All right. Beckett... I’ll get used to that."
Beckett turned to her and showed a foxy smile despite his visible weakness. "I also heard sothing weird. I was your first—"
The maiden pressed a palm on Beckett’s face. "Don’t tease about it. I had no ti for n while working at my father’s office. He also didn’t allow n to woo when they saw at a gala. So I’m sorry if I look too innocent. Don’t tease about that, please."
’A normal kiss gave 100 EXP. I wonder how much that kiss is.’
Luellen secretly twisted her lips.
"Then again, it’s not like I would have done everything differently if I could turn back ti. Mr Beckett is more important than my EXP..."
Before she could speak again, a hand cupped under her chin. Luellen felt the owner turn her face toward him. Without another word, Leander pecked at Luellen’s lips as if it were a normal occurrence. Since it wasn’t, Luellen froze. Her eyes grew wide at a visible pace, just as slow as heat crawled all over her face.
Her hands shot to hide her face from Leander. She didn’t even realize when Leander sat on the space next to Beckett’s pillows. She stuttered her words. "Mr... No, Leander! Why would you do that all of a sudden?"
"Hmm, I wonder."
Luellen spied a glare through the cracks of her fingers. Leander only chuckled and stroked her chin again. "You seem troubled by your lack of experience. I can help you with that..."
Leander brought his hand down, his teasing smile morphing into a frown. "Unfortunately, I have to address that man’s audacity to harm you first. Tell more about his cri against you, Luellen. I doubt the restaurant has caras in the restroom. Let hear about it. I want to know what I must bill him for."
The maiden brought her hands down as well. However, she sowhat picked up Leander’s hand by the fingers. "He talks about offering the rger to . I think he held those guys by the neck just so..."
Her lips pursed. Luellen looked up at Leander. "You won’t mind saying what I think, right? I don’t have faith in people who pull off stunts like that."
"Not at all. I want to know what you think, truly." Leander didn’t deepen his frown. He just curled his fingers as if it counted as holding her hands.
"He’s trying to play ." Luellen stared at Leander’s hand again. "He tried to kiss when we first t. I just stepped away in ti. The next, he was only watching the whole ti we were at the farewell party. What happened in the restaurant was our third... eting? No matter. I don’t like what he wants to do. He probably knows my father..."
"Why? Who is your father?"
Luellen flinched as she heard Beckett ask. She cleared her ugly expression and smiled at him. "Uhm... His na is Weyland Piper. He has a small antique-selling business and an auction house. He doesn’t have enemies, but his brother is a gambler. I only heard about a few bad things my uncle did that my father had to fix. My father likes to keep out of their relationship."
Beckett frowned and held his chin. "Weyland Piper...? Why does that na sound familiar? Do we know him, Andy?"
Instead of an answer, Leander only narrowed his gaze at Beckett. His brother then pouted.
Luellen figured that was a ’no’...
"In any case, that man has no right to trap you in a bad situation." Leander used his other hand to stroke Luellen’s head. "Let sort out everything for you. Then, let’s ask. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything illegal as part of my promise to you."
"I’m really sorry about that..."
Luellen didn’t have to apologize. She just felt like Leander was used to handling it as any powerful man would. Then again, she didn’t want to gain her inheritance in a way that soone else could contest it again.
As if thinking about her situation reminded her of the heartache she’d felt back in the restaurant. Right, she was supposed to be in the restaurant earlier. She frowned a little before looking up at Leander again, clearing her frown.
Luellen asked, "Uhm, Leander, did you carry here? Did I black out in the restaurant?"
"Yes, you fainted." Leander humd with a small smile. "I carried you to the car and took you here since Henny called. I figured you’d want to speak to him at first notice. Don’t worry. The nurses looked you over before leaving you alone to sleep on the couch."
"That must have been so inconvenient. I’m sorry about that." Luellen sighed and massaged her forehead. "I’ll try not to cause you any trouble again."
Beckett laughed as if sothing caught his amusent. When Luellen looked at him, he pointed at her lightly. "Does that an you get to plan your wedding alone? You don’t want to bother him, right?"
Luellen gasped and quickly turned to Leander. "I swear I wasn’t trying to forget about it! I just... I have so much work since we fired Ms Gala and Shirley. Wait, should I be looking into magazines now? Wait, I ssed up the rger? Are we pulling out for real? Uhm, I forgot I still have to forward a few more emails..."
"Don’t worry about the wedding. Miss Bloomfield seems to know what you like." Leander humd, stroking Luellen’s head again. He even used a thumb to keep her from massaging her temples. "Why don’t you speak to her about it? She might have gotten a few things wrong."
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