It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1415 Confronting Dorothy (Part Two)

"Is it really just for improving your health?" Kevin asked disbelievingly. He dubiously gave the medicine back to Leena, still considering whether he should trust her or not. In the past she had always been afraid of taking Chinese medicine, and this change concerned him. How come she was willing to take it now? Kevin remembered that Tom had once told him how Leena disliked taking bitter Chinese medicine so much, that she would run away from it. So, it was just odd that she was now taking it in secret.

"Of course, what else do you think it is for? I have nothing to hide from you." She laughed, trying not to sound nervous. "Now, you should go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." She changed the topic. As a matter of fact, the medicine was indeed a kind of tonic, therefore Leena's words were somewhat true. What she didn't tell Kevin though, was the medicine's intended use and desired result.

"I'll fix the dinner," Kevin offered, "go, take your medicine first," Kevin said, removing his coat. Tossing the garment over the back of a dining-room chair, he returned to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves.

"I can cook after taking the medicine. You really should take a break," Leena quickly said. She knew how tired he could be from his work, so she hadn't the heart to let him cook.

"Don't worry. I'm not very tired today, it was quiet at work, and I didn't have much to do." Kevin said cheerfully, and bowed to kiss Leena gently on the forehead. He then started cooking, beaming with satisfaction.

Seeing Kevin working happily in the kitchen, Leena no longer insisted on fulfilling her womanly tasks. Watching his broad back, Leena felt a gush of happiness sweep through her. He was such a thoughtful husband, and cared so much about her. She sincerely believed that she might be the happiest woman in the world. Most women would feel the same way if they were Leena. After all, who didn't want to be loved and adored?

After gazing affectionately at Kevin for a while, Leena sighed wistfully and turned to drink the medicine. Like always, it tasted terrible. So, when the liquid went down her throat, she couldn't help but gag, her face turning pale.

"Are you okay, babe?" Kevin asked, concerned by the sound. He set the spatula down at once, and came to Leena's side, his face showing his concern.

"I'm fine. I just don't like the taste. I will get over it soon - "However, before she could finish, she choked again. Kevin was startled and concerned about her illness, but she had gotten used to it; the nausea and daily sickness, which the medicine brought had become an old friend to her. Kevin, on the other hand, witnessed her suffering for the first time. He hastened to fetch her a cup of warm water.

"Have some water, Nana." He insisted. Kevin passed her the water, gently stroking her back. He had long known that she didn't like the taste of the Chinese medicine, but he never expected it to cause her this much discomfort. His worry was understandable. Leena took the cup and sipped slowly. Although the bitter taste lingered in the mouth, it wasn't strong enough now to make her feel nauseous.

"Are you feeling better now?" Kevin asked softly, his tone full of concern.

"Yeah, I feel a lot better. Don't worry, I'm okay." She smiled wanly. She wanted Kevin to believe that it was really nothing serious, and that she just couldn't take the bitter taste. She hoped that he would cease worrying.

"Go lie down, get some rest. I'll finish cooking," he urged, leading her from the kitchen. He was determined now to ask Tom about the medicine. If it was just some ordinary tonic, he didn't think that Leena would push herself this hard to drink it, especially if it was making her react so badly. He needed to replace out what it was that made her take this medicine, which clearly, was making her sick.

Two days later, Dorothy called, inviting Leena to a Hunan restaurant. She chose the place because it had a quiet ambiance, and more importantly, it was relatively hard for the paparazzi to replace.

"Hello, take a seat, Mrs. Gu." Dorothy stood as Leena entered. "I'm very sorry about this small, humble little restaurant; but, I need to keep a low profile, as you can understand." Those were polished words, for the restaurant was by no means small. Though not as grandiose as the luxury upmarket restaurants, it was not small, nor humble.

"It's okay. You are a celebrity now, and can't be too careful in public, or about who you are seen with," Leena said with a tight smile. Formalities observed, Leena gracefully sat down. She wore a new winter suit from Chanel today, and her model-like physique highlighted the outfit's appeal, showing how well it was designed. The designer would have agreed: she wore it like it was made just for her, and draped around her, it echoed the design philosophy of comfort, simplicity and elegance.

"Oh, you flatter me. But I bet that you are much more famous than me, especially in France." Dorothy said, forcing a wide smile in an attempt to hide her envy of the beautiful other woman. She had no intention of starting a conflict with Leena, at least for now, so she tried her best not to lose her temper. Instead she bit down on a bitter reply and the pangs of jealousy.

"That I can't say. It's only your guess. By the way, Miss Lu, I don't think that you asked me out only to have a meal and a chat." Leena said coldly. She took up the glass in front of her, and slowly sipping the contents, she studied Dorothy's expression.

"Why? What else could I possibly want from you?" Dorothy asked, still with the same composure, but there was a trace of derision in her smile.

"That I can't say, either. But we have met several times before, and I don't believe that they were chance encounters, were they?" Leena stated, her slim fingers rounding the glass. Though she might seem delicate and sweet, she was never weak. So, she cut through the pleasantries, getting straight to the point.

"It seems to me that you, Mrs. Gu, lacks a sense of security. That could explain why you tend to think that everyone who approaches you has an axe to grind." Dorothy replied with a sneer. It was true that she had an agenda for getting close to Leena, but not all of their meetings had been planned; at least, the one in the Capital City was merely a coincidence.

"Believe me, I wish I was imagining things. But Miss Lu, could you guarantee that you want nothing from me?" Leena asked. She wasn't irritated by Dorothy's words, for she trusted her intuition which told her that, Dorothy was a sophisticated woman, but not as nice a person as she pretended to be.

"If you insist." Dorothy sighed. "If I left you with this bad impression, you have my apology." She took a deep breath and continued, "Yes, I try to make friends with you for a reason, but it's not what you think. All I want is the opportunity to repay Kevin for his kindness, and for that I need your help." Dorothy said demurely. Sorrow was seemingly written on Dorothy's face, as if Leena's words had been a real blow for her.

"Very good, though I must say, Miss Lu, that this reason does not seem convincing at all. If you want to repay Kevin, you can approach him directly. Surely, you do not need my help. I'm not involved in this in any way." Leena stated coldly. 'I wasn't born yesterday!' She thought, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She just couldn't believe that Dorothy would come up with such a lame excuse. It was almost as if she had just recited lines from one of her pulp dramas. Good heavens! Mentally, Leena laughed at the tragedy of it.