You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 713 We Can Do Something

Michelle suddenly recalled how Colby drove one-handedly back when he went for a drive with Debra. He was constantly stepping on the accelerator as if he didn't care how much car oil could cost him. She then nodded her head and said, "Colby drives too fast. I don't think it's safe."

"So listen to me and don't get into a car with him again." Leon smiled brightly at that.

"Okay, Leon. I'll listen to you." Michelle nodded her head obediently. "Leon, how did you know that Colby hit someone else's car?"

"I saw it." He had watched everything unfold from his car behind the Bugatti. Charles' acting skills were actually great. He seemed much more domineering compared to Colby.

The Bugatti was really expensive. Colby was so stunned at that time and didn't know what to do. As a result, he was unable to go to Michelle's home and celebrate her birthday with her.

The roses inside his car had probably already withered by that point.

'He wanted to confess his love to her on her birthday? No way!' Leon snorted inwardly.

"What kind of car is a Bugatti? It's over ten million! It seems like it's much more expensive than James' car. Does that mean Colby has to pay the much as compensation?" Michelle asked, tilting her head. "The damage wasn't at all that serious. Colby's family can afford to pay for the compensation. But the owner of the car didn't want money. That made it all the more difficult to settle everything," Leon said casually. But deep in his heart, he was overjoyed. He wouldn't let Colby off that easily.

Charles would make a fuss about it for at least a few more days. By that time, Colby's family would discover about the crash and would hopefully forbid their son from spending too much money on dating

women.

"That's right." Michelle sighed.

"Cheer up. It's none of your business anyway. They can solve their problems themselves. Come, let's have breakfast." Leon poked Michelle's forehead lightly.

Michelle ate her breakfast just as he ordered her to do. After finishing her meal, she sighed again. "Leon, why do they have to drive such expensive cars? All cars are the same, aren't they? Oh, but then there are also many kinds of vehicles. There are taxis, buses, trucks..."

The expression on Leon's face froze.

"And sports cars! James likes sports cars. But his sports cars are different. There are also the business vehicles, off-road vehicles, and so on. Nini used to own an off-road vehicle, right? I don't know its brand, though. These are the only vehicles I know. The rest, I know nothing about," Michelle said. Using her fingers, she counted all the vehicles she knew. But at this point, she was starting to lose track of the number, so she put her hand away.

Leon seemed surprised for a moment. "In short, you really don't know much about cars, right?"

"Well, I'm not entirely clueless. I've just mentioned all the cars I know. But I don't know how a Bugatti looks like. After all, there are so many cars running on the road every day. I might have seen one before, bu I would never know their brands." Michelle looked serious as she said this.

"Don't you know its logo?" Leon narrowed his eyes as he asked.

Michelle shook her head.

Leon was dumbfounded by her response.

He whispered to himself, "She really has no idea about cars. What was I afraid of before? I can just drive my car. She can't tell anyway."

"What are you talking about, Leon?" Michelle couldn't properly hear what he was muttering to himself, but she was able to catch a few words here and there.

"Oh, it's nothing." Raising his head, Leon smiled warmly at her. It turned out that all his worries were meaningless. It didn't matter if he was driving a good car or if he took a subway or a bus with her. "Are you done with your breakfast? Then go take a bath and wash your hair."

"Yeah, I'm done eating. So I'll be taking a bath now. Please enjoy yourself."

Michelle then trotted upstairs to take a shower.

After thirty minutes, she came out wearing nothing but a bath towel with another towel wrapped around her head. She seemed to be in a good mood as she opened her wardrobe and picked a dress. She chose the same dress she wore back in the amusement park.

All this time, her phone was lying quietly on her bedside table. When she was about to retrieve it, she found a letter beside it. It was encased in a light pink envelope with rabbit patterns all over it. Nonetheless, it was already yellowing in some spots, and the paper inside it seemed old.

These were the envelopes and writing papers that Michelle had bought back when she was still in her third year of high school. The head teacher back then asked the students to write a letter to their parents. was the year before they took their college entrance exam, and their teacher hoped that these letters would help the parents understand their children's feelings.

Back then, the others bought ordinary envelopes and writing papers. But Michelle went all out for hers. She chose something that looked unique and beautiful.

She even bought an entire stack of them. She said that she didn't have to buy more in the future.

When her parents saw the pile of envelopes and writing paper, they initially thought that she was probably in love and wanted to write love letters to a special someone. Secretly, they watched her for a while only to replace out that she wasn't in love after all.

One of their family's rule was to never let anything go to waste. It was because of this that they promised to write and send letters whenever they were far away from each other. This way, the writing papers and envelopes that Michelle bought would not be wasted. At the same time, these letters would record and keep their memories.

However, their family rarely separated from each other. In the end, the pile of envelopes and writing papers were sealed away in their study for a long time.

But now, they were finally used.

Even though the envelope didn't bear any signature, Michelle knew at a glance that this came from her parents.

She quickly opened the envelope and read the first sentence on the letter. It was her father Adams who had written. He said that he had finally found good use of her writing papers and envelopes. Two-thirds of the letter was just him reminiscing about some interesting things in the past. The rest was to tell Michelle to take good care of herself. And while the letter itself was wordy, it was full of love and

concern.

Upon reading it, Michelle started giggling. She didn't even notice the knock on the door.

But now that she was done with the letter, a heavy melancholic feeling descended on her. Her parents stayed with her for the entire night last night, but they were already gone by the time she woke up in the morning. Now, she felt a gaping hole in her heart.

Last night was perfect. It was full of life and laughter, but the morning was the exact opposite of it. It was so empty and lonely now that they were gone.

"Michelle?" Leon had decided to come in even though Michelle didn't seem to hear his knocks. Her back was turned on him, so he couldn't see what she was holding. But she seemed deeply engrossed with it. The room was very quiet then. So when a voice suddenly spoke up from behind her, Michelle jumped. No matter how gentle it was, she was startled by it. She grabbed the letter in her hand and crumpled it into a ball.

Her body was shaking slightly. The dry towel wrapped around her head loosened and fell on the floor.

Leon picked it up and asked her gently, "Did I scare you?"

"No...just a little bit,"

Michelle answered. With her bright eyes, she stared at Leon for a moment. She then flashed her brilliant smile and called his name in a sweet voice.

Now that Leon was around, her heart didn't feel as empty as before. His very presence dispelled the loneliness that threatened to consume her.

He had even sent her messages this morning, urging her to get up from bed early.

"Is there something wrong?" Leon placed the towel back over Michelle's head, gently rubbing her hair to dry it. He used to do this to her sister, Nina, so he was good at it. He wasn't too forceful or weak as he dried her hair.

This made Michelle so happy that she couldn't help herself from standing on her tiptoes. She said, "Oh, it's nothing."

"Well, we can do something if you want." Michelle seemed confused by his words. She looked at him with her eyebrows almost knitted together.

He stopped what he was doing for a while to study her face, and then went on with drying her hair.

"I mean, you can ask me to dry your hair for you."

"No, that's okay. I was planning to air dry it anyway. I don't like using a hairdryer. I'm afraid that it might roast my hair like cookies. It won't be soft to touch anymore. I'm going to the yard to let the wind dry my hair."

Leon chuckled. "That's a rather good metaphor. Wait, don't move. Let me dry it a little more before you go out and let the wind do the rest."

The towel had absorbed the water from her hair, turning moist and damped in no time. Leon then picked up the discarded bath towel on the edge of her bed and placed it over her hair.

It covered Michelle's eyes and half of her face like a veil.

"Leon, I can't see anything." Michelle tried raising her head as she spoke, but Leon firmly held her head in place. This way, the bath towel wouldn't fall down.

The bath towel was pressed against her nose. Her lips were pink and alluring.

Leon stared at her lips, swallowing.

He bent forward a bit to get close to Michelle. Their lips were merely inches away from each other.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐