Chapter 112: Chapter 112: You Can Actually Say Something Like That?
"Mom, why are your eyes red?" Ian Keane tilted his little head, looking at Ivana Monroe and asked.
In his dark eyes, there was none of the innocence a six-year-old should have. If Ivana looked carefully, she would find that his gaze seemed a bit cold, as if he’d encountered something unpleasant.
Ian didn’t know why Ivana’s eyes were red. However, he absolutely didn’t want this woman to feel sad because he inexplicably felt sad along with her.
This sadness was hard to explain and something Ian had never experienced before. This uncontrollable emotion made him very agitated.
Ivana felt the gaze of Leon Keane, and she lowered her head, saying to "Timmy Monroe," "Mommy just got water in her eyes while washing the dishes."
Ian was doubtful; water splashed into both her eyes? So, she rubbed her eyes so hard that they turned red?
Leon’s dark eyes flickered with an inexplicable emotion as he continued to unwrap the remaining meal boxes.
Ivana, alone, couldn’t possibly finish the entire table of food. Seeing Leon about to call someone to clean up, she stopped him.
"There’s so much food, throwing it away would be a waste. I can pack it and put it in the fridge to eat tomorrow." What a shame it would be to waste it! There were so many dishes she hadn’t even touched with her chopsticks.
Leon hung up the phone and helped Ivana pack everything and put it in the fridge.
This made Ivana feel a bit embarrassed. He, a president of the Kanes, not only ordered the meal for her but also helped unwrap the meal boxes and clean up after she ate.
Ivana stole a glance at his busy side profile, incredibly handsome, and her pale cheeks turned red. She suddenly realized that, aside from being narcissistic and arrogant, this man was actually quite diligent, willing to do household chores, and had the traits of a good family man.
Ivana secretly scolded herself, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably. What was she thinking? What did his domestic qualities have to do with her?
Ian, seeing Leon and Ivana getting along so well, sneaked into Timmy’s room to give his dad some space to pursue that woman.
Dad, being an elite at the top of Ravenswood’s pyramid and as handsome as him, should have no problem pursuing the woman.
Unless his dad had very low emotional intelligence.
Ian absolutely didn’t believe his dad was a man of low emotional intelligence; Leon was a perfect man in his eyes.
After tidying up the table, Ivana took a bowl to wash the dishes, and Leon followed her in.
Ivana looked at him strangely, "I’m washing dishes, why are you following me in?"
Leon rolled up his sleeves, placed his hands on her shoulders, and moved her aside. His tall frame stepped in front of the sink. "Stand here and wait for me for five minutes, and I have something to tell you after I finish washing."
Ivana’s lips twitched slightly. He could just say it directly! She could wash after he finished talking.
While Ivana thought about this, Leon had already turned on the faucet. His well-defined fingers picked up a dirty bowl and dishcloth, moving elegantly, like flowing water.
She thought this man, born with a silver spoon, had never washed dishes before and wouldn’t know how to do such work. But surprisingly, not only did he know how, he did it smoothly and cleanly.
He didn’t even use dish soap.
Within five minutes, he cleaned all the dishes and placed them in the high-temperature sterilization cabinet for disinfection.
Ivana was dumbfounded.
Leon didn’t put down his raised hands; instead, he turned to ask Ivana, "Do you have hand soap?"
Ivana was startled and saw the grease on his hands. She understood and nodded, going to the sink to get the hand soap for Leon.
He squeezed out some, cleaned his hands thoroughly, and used the towel she handed him to dry them.
The two walked out of the kitchen.
Ivana asked, "Why didn’t you use dish soap?"
She clearly saw that he couldn’t tolerate grease on his hands. Using dish soap would have been much better and kept his hands from being so greasy.
Leon said flatly, "Not used to it."
Leon didn’t elaborate, seeming not to want to continue the topic.
Ivana noticed, so she didn’t press further.
"What did you want to tell me?"
Leon released his rolled-up sleeves but didn’t answer Ivana; instead, he pointed at the sofa. "I worked all day, rushed over here, ordered meals for you, and helped with the chores. I’m a bit tired now. Let’s sit down and talk!"
The way this sounded, how was it so ambiguous?
Ivana’s cheeks flushed slightly. She didn’t ask him to do these things; he volunteered...
Ivana couldn’t refute, so she followed him and sat on the sofa, waiting for what he wanted to say next.
Leon patted his pants pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and after pulling one out and about to light it, he saw Ivana next to him and put it back.
"Didn’t you receive my texts?"
"Huh?"
Texts? Ivana looked confused. Had he sent texts?
Ivana thought for a moment. Seemed like she had received them. She had glanced at them at the time, and the content seemed simple; wasn’t it something like, "Are you there?" "Have you eaten?" or "What do you like?"
Ivana had been so busy amidst her work these days, she had no time or mind for such texts. She left her phone unattended, with her brain entirely focused on work.
"You didn’t receive them?" Seeing Ivana’s confused expression, Leon frowned slightly. Was the phone communication so poor now? Could text messages vanish into thin air? Failed to reach her phone?
No wonder she hadn’t replied to him.
Leon felt relieved, "Forget it, if the previous ones weren’t received, they weren’t received. In the future, you must reply to the texts I send."
Ivana: "..."
Leon looked at her with a handsome face and said, "And one more thing, our relationship is like this now. I don’t care what you think, but I can’t pretend nothing happened. Without my permission, you can’t look for another father figure for Timmy outside. Do you understand what I mean?"
He was telling her not to look for another man.
Ivana’s cheeks instantly flushed, as red as a ripe apple. She bit her lip, covering Leon’s thin lips and glanced toward Timmy’s room, speaking softly in embarrassment and anger.
"Leon, can you lower your voice? Do you have to say such things loudly for the child to hear?" Ivana said, "Rest assured, I’m Timmy’s mother, and even without your presence, I wouldn’t randomly find a stepfather for Timmy. I’m not as unreasonable as you think."
Her palm was warm, with its distinct lines pressing against his thin lips. Leon’s dark eyes gradually deepened.
Ivana realized he was staring straight at her, with what seemed like two flames in his dark eyes. She was frightened, withdrawing her small hand, only to have it suddenly caught and enveloped by him.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Ivana, with you saying this, I’m relieved. If you feel unworthy... you can come to me..."
Ivana widened her eyes, astonished. Had this man’s brain cells been completely dominated by his lower half? Could he really say such things?