Chapter 148: Chapter 148: You Shouldn’t Toy with My Feelings
Leon Keane drove Ivana Monroe to the neighborhood; she was groggy in his car, nearly falling asleep.
Leon Keane unbuckled the seat belt, glanced at her, and took in her dazed expression. A gentle smile flashed across his handsome face as he got out from the driver’s seat, gently closing the car door, circling to the passenger side. He leaned over her chest, his long fingers reaching to unbuckle the seatbelt fastened around her, carefully lifting her from the passenger seat.
Ivana Monroe woke up startled in his arms.
"You... put me down."
Leon Keane lowered his gaze, giving her a glance.
"Let me carry you! I’m afraid you’ll lose your balance, fall, and I’d have to take you to the hospital again."
Her body was soft, comfortable to hold in his arms, besides, she was so light, carrying her didn’t feel tiring at all.
Leon Keane liked holding her like this.
Loved it so much he couldn’t let go.
Ivana Monroe shot him a glare, she wasn’t drunk enough to fall while walking.
"I won’t fall, and even if I do, I wouldn’t trouble you to take me to the hospital, put me down."
Ivana Monroe asked again to be let down.
Leon Keane bantered with her, his strong arms showed no intention of letting her go; he dominantly carried her into the elevator and up to the doorstep.
A high-end security door could be opened with a key, fingerprint, or password.
Leon Keane directly entered a few number codes, and the security door opened automatically.
Ivana Monroe was slightly stunned; how did Leon Keane know the security code to Stacy’s house?
Aside from her, only Stacy knew it, not even Timmy was aware.
She couldn’t have told Leon Keane, could it have been Stacy?
Ivana Monroe quickly dismissed this thought; how could Stacy have given Leon Keane the code?
Speak of the devil.
Leon Keane carried Ivana Monroe inside.
Stacy Floyd and her assistant Amy sat on the couch; seeing the two enter in a princess carry, they were dumbfounded.
"Isn’t this just too sweet?" Amy clasped her hands under her chin, looking at Ivana Monroe in Leon Keane’s arms with starry eyes.
How blissful! Isn’t it?
Stacy Floyd suddenly patted Amy, bringing her back to reality. Seeing Stacy wave at her, Amy asked, "Miss, what are your orders?"
"You’re really dumb, leave! Are we going to be giant third wheels here?" Stacy Floyd patted Amy’s shoulder, signaling her to get up and leave with her.
Give the place to Leon Keane and Ivana Monroe, they’re full of sweet affection. If they get all fiery, and something happens, Timmy might have a new little brother or sister on the way.
Stacy Floyd would then have another god-child.
Just thinking about it made her happy and excited.
Stacy Floyd hoped Ivana Monroe would have a daughter next, to complete the "good" character.
She would have a ridiculously cute god-daughter, and just thinking of Ivana Monroe having a lovely baby girl melted her heart. With so many adorable dresses in the kids’ stores, she wanted to buy them all for her god-daughter.
Stacy Floyd giggled at her thoughts.
"Stacy?" Ivana Monroe, in Leon Keane’s arms, wished she could crawl into a hole; her pretty face flushed bright red, she pushed hard against Leon Keane, but he was used to being domineering, wouldn’t give her any face, and didn’t relent.
After all, Leon Keane is Leon Keane. Seeing Stacy Floyd and Amy, he only paused momentarily; although he saw the two women misunderstand, he didn’t offer Ivana an explanation.
As Stacy Floyd passed by Leon Keane, she waved goodbye to Ivana Monroe with a smile like a blooming peach blossom: "Ivana, I have something to do, I’ll leave first, have fun. I’ll come back to see you next time."
Ivana Monroe frowned, her cheeks burning; Stacy’s gaze was too suggestive, as if she wanted to leave them alone, but looked more like....
Ivana Monroe opened her mouth to explain, but Stacy Floyd and Amy had already left.
Leon Keane immediately kicked the door shut, as if intentionally causing a misunderstanding.
Ivana Monroe’s eyes reddened with anxiety: "Leon Keane, what on earth are you trying to do? Is it fun for my friends to misunderstand us? You already have another woman; you shouldn’t play with my feelings."
Ivana Monroe was so angry, she couldn’t hold back any longer. The words pressed in her heart slipped out uncontrollably.
After speaking, she cried. Instead of feeling relieved, she felt aggrieved, as if a needle was piercing her heart.
She hated this feeling, and the stronger the feeling, the more it showed how much she cared for this man.
Leon Keane was stunned by her words. Seeing her weep like an injured little beast, he felt an inexplicable pain. Tenderness flashed across his handsome face.
"When did I have another woman? Just who’s been gossiping to you?" Leon Keane’s dark eyes were icy. If he found out who was slandering him to Ivana Monroe, he’d slice off their tongue.
Ivana Monroe felt utterly wronged: "I don’t need to hear gossip, I saw it with my own eyes, you were with her, she even kissed you."
Leon Keane frowned tightly, racking his brain, but couldn’t remember being with anyone or being kissed.
Leon Keane carried Ivana Monroe to the sofa, letting her sit on his lap, wrapping one hand around her waist, while gently lifting her chin with the other, making her tearful eyes look directly at him.
"Tell me clearly, who is she?"
Ivana Monroe’s face was covered with tears, being held by her chin like this was humiliating, exposing her most vulnerable side to him unreservedly.
Ivana Monroe knocked away the fingers pinching her chin, angrily saying: "You know who you were with today, whose birthday you were celebrating, do I need to spell it out?"
Leon Keane suddenly realized, it was Kiki Jennings.
"You saw me with Kiki Jennings?" Leon Keane was suddenly not that angry anymore, looking at Ivana Monroe’s tearful eyes and damp cheeks, his mood improved.
This woman was jealous of Kiki Jennings?
"Hmph~" Ivana Monroe snorted.
Leon Keane lowered his handsome face, kissing her cheeks to wipe away her tear marks, then pecked her lips.
Ivana Monroe was momentarily petrified, her mind felt struck by thunder.
Too outrageous, he hooked up with Kiki Jennings, was kissed by her at the restaurant, and now, not long after, he was holding and kissing her? What did this man take her for?
A tool for fulfilling his physical needs?
Ivana Monroe’s heart ached with a stabbing pain, like bleeding.
Leon Keane once again lifted her chin, raising her suddenly pale face, seriously saying to her: "Listen to me carefully, I am not with Kiki Jennings."