NovelOnlineChapter 637 Aurelia thought that when she was old and ugly, it was a wonder he didn't want to replace her with a younger, prettier one.
Men of the gentry were never short of beautiful young women around them.
Even if he were eighty, there would still be twenty-year-olds lining up to be his arm candy.
Money talks.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd for a man like him, who was so devilishly handsome, he would still be the epitome of charm and elegance even at the ripe age of eighty.
“Leopold, you're a married man. Until you're officially divorced, stop trying to butter me up like I'm your mistress.
I'm not horny, and | won't lower myself to be some married man's mistress." Leopold cupped her face with an earnestness that couldn't be more sincere, "I said I'd come back for you, and I will" Aurelia didn't trust him. The likelihood of Megan agreeing to a divorce was slim to none.
She had clawed her way to the title of Mrs. Stirling and she'd cling to that status with her dying breath.
So far, there were no signs of him wanting a divorce. Arnold seemed more eager for it than he did.
“I need to check on something with Arnold. If you don't need anything else, please go back to your room." Leopold's brow furrowed. Every time Arnold came back into town, she began to ignore Leopold totally. He was about to stop her when William burst in, “Mommy, Daddy got us a bunch of presents. Come and see." Saying so, William grabbed Aurelia's hand and led her away.
Leopold was left feeling like an extra, unable to surpass Arnold's place in Aurelia’s heart, no matter what he did.
Aurelia entered Arnold's room and was instantly captivated by the array of local folk art he had brought back.
She and Arnold both studied art and shared a common interest Come and see!bunch of presents!, so Arnold knew these pieces would catch her interest.
"I've been thinking of incorporating some folk elements into next season's designs." "I have plenty of photos for your inspiration,” Arnold said with a gentle smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had traveled the world, visited countless countries, and ventured into uncharted territories, capturing precious and rare wonders that few eyes had seen.
To William, Arnold was the most incredible man in the world, an unrivaled photographer.
Sipping his coffee, Arnold spoke softly, “Aurelia, | heard you were poisoned the other day. Any idea who's behind it?" “I think it might be Megan. She refuses to admit she's got somnambulism and insists | cursed her. | suspect she hired a hitman to get back at me, but the poor fool ended up brain dead, and the police lost the trail.” A flash of anger sparked in Arnold's eyes as he said, “Megan will get what's coming to her one day." If it weren't for the need to keep her around Leopold, he'd have dealt with her himself.
As they were talking, a woman's voice echoed from outside, "Leopold, darling, are you there?" Aurelia was gloomy. She'd recognized that voice was Megan.
How on earth did she know Leopold's whereabouts so precisely? She must have planted a spy or had someone tailing him.
William was upset and asked, "Why is that nasty woman here again? Can't she just leave us alone?" “What a bummer. Now we can't have any fun,” Skyler puffed out his cheeks in frustration.
In the next room, Leopold was already irate, and the sound of her voice was like a spark igniting a barrel of gunpowder. He wished he could strap her to a rocket and send her off to Orion, never to return to the earth.
He didn't want to open the door, no matter how much Megan shrieked outside.
But Megan had the tenacity of a weed that wouldn't be uprooted, wailing incessantly, “Honey, are you there? “
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