Ten Years of Secret Love-Honey, He Hides the Secret of Loving Me

The instant noodles spilled due to my push, and the hot broth spilled all over Leonard's leg.

Panicking, I started brushing the noodles off his leg, trying to prevent him from getting burned.

As I did so, I noticed Leonard remained silent, watching me intently with deep eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

I became even more nervous. "Are you okay?"

He grabbed my hand, his voice husky. "I'm fine now. Any more touching, and I won't be."

Then, he stood up and walked upstairs.

"Where are you going?" I called after him.

"Taking a shower," he replied without turning back.

"You can't use hot water now; it'll worsen the burn!" I shouted, worried.

Leonard looked back at me, his voice even rougher. "I'll take a cold shower."

He paused and then glared at me. "Don't contact Edward while I'm in the shower. He's no good."

I turned my head away, refusing to respond.

This controlling little devil! He was the one who was no good!

That night, Edward called me. "Are you okay at home?"

Before I could answer, Leonard leaned in, lazily asking, "Renata, it's late. Let's go to bed!"

Edward fell silent.

After a few seconds, he chuckled. "I remember you being an only child."

I rubbed my temples, trying to explain. "We're not related by blood. I'm just staying at his house recently—"

Halfway through, I realized I was making it worse and clammed up.

Leonard laughed softly, clearly enjoying himself.

Edward said a quick goodbye and hung up.

I gritted my teeth, vowing never to speak to Leonard again. I decided to give him the silent treatment, no matter how much he tried to tease me.

A few days later, Edward called again, asking if we could meet before he left.

Remembering the last incident, I felt I owed him an apology and agreed.

Early the next morning, I got up to sneak out.

But as I descended the stairs, I saw Leonard in the dining room, eating breakfast. A ring of milk clung to his lips, his short hair rebelliously spiked, his pajamas unbuttoned, exposing his buffed chest.

He smiled at me, dimples showing. I muttered a curse under my breath and headed for the door.

Leonard's legs blocked my way. "Where are you going, Renata?"

I tried to move left; he blocked me. I tried to move right; he blocked me again.

My blood pressure soared. "Let me through!"

Leonard grabbed my arm. "Why are you running off without breakfast?"

I couldn't hold back, and tears started to flow. It was an involuntary reaction whenever he pushed me too far.

Leonard looked stunned and reached out to wipe my tears, his warm fingers gently brushing my face. I swatted his hand away.

He sighed, trying to soothe me like a child. "Why are you crying over breakfast? You're all grown up and still crying so easily."

He piled a bunch of food in front of me: milk, bread, fried eggs. "You always cry."

I sobbed in anger. "I never cry for anyone else! You know why I cry!"

Leonard tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into my mouth. "Alright, alright, it's my fault. I was immature when we were kids. I'm sorry. Just don't cry anymore. I don't know what to do when you cry."

I didn't believe him. I suspected he enjoyed seeing me cry.

I chewed the bread, and Leonard held a glass of milk to my mouth. I took a sip and started negotiating. "I won't cry if you let me go."

Leonard's eyes narrowed. "To see Edward?"

I felt a bit guilty but glared at him defiantly. "Why can't I see my friend? Do I need your permission for everything?"

Leonard frowned, about to say something, but then he saw my tear-streaked face and sighed. "Fine, but at least finish your breakfast."

I was pleasantly surprised and quickly wiped my tears and started eating.

Leonard sat beside me, watching silently.

I glared at him. "What are you looking at?"

He replied nonchalantly, "A fool. Wondering when you'll get sold."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. If I was a fool, he was a lunatic.

When I met Edward, I apologized, making him laugh. "I didn't take it to heart."

He asked, "Are you and Leonard dating?"

I shook my head. "My parents work for his family. I'm just staying at his house to look after him."

Edward seemed relieved and asked, "Have you thought about what I mentioned last time?"

I felt conflicted but knew I shouldn't give him false hope. "Edward, I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

He smiled. "It's okay. I can wait."

He poured me a glass of juice. "Have a drink." I was thirsty and drank it all in one gulp.

Ten minutes later, I felt dizzy and weak.

I stood up shakily. "Edward, I need to go. I think I'm sick."

Edward smiled. "I'll help you rest at the hotel."

Though my mind was foggy, I instinctively didn't want to go to a hotel. I weakly protested, "Edward, no."

His smile turned sinister. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you much."

Panic set in. "What are you planning?"

He leaned closer. "I plan to..."

"Have you."