SCANDAL DATING LAST NIGHT
SPARRED

"Who are you meddling in my business?" hiss Jecy widened his eyes, staring furiously, "No need to pretend to care!"

Clucking a rough tongue, Leon prefers silence. Jecy who now dared to argue with him. It really wasn't Jecy five years ago, an innocent and submissive woman who was willing to sleep with him for the sake of a blank check.

It is wrong to think she is a woman without courage!

"You want me to throw you out, do you?" leon did not really mean it.

"Then do. Dump me!" sahut Jecy.

Leon sighed, this time he tried to be more mature in the face of Jecy. He spoke again in a low voice so as not to further provoke the woman's fear, "Unfortunately, you are currently on my private island, in the only villa on the island. You can't possibly go anywhere. Unless you want to be dumped in the middle of the ocean."

Jecy glares. His breath was hunting with a cauliflower chest. His fear is getting more and more provoked. Thought he was being kidnapped by the man again, even taking him to a private island somewhere.

"Basic crazy! What do you think you've done? I'll report you to the police!" the woman riled with a tone that increased by an octave, but the threat did not scare the man at all. It is ignored.

Leon and Jecy looked at me. The eyes of both of them were both squeaking with flashes of emotion. The difference was, the woman stared filled with hatred. Well, it's only natural because of what that man has done before.

Inner Jecy boisterously wondered. Did Leon already know the fact that Liam was his son? Does the man want to separate himself from Liam? Suddenly, the overwhelming fear gripped. Appeared in the depths of his heart and wailed all over Jecy's body. His hand gripped the blanket, enduring the uneasiness.

"Give me my son, let us go. Please." Jecy said again but his voice sounded vibrating.

"And you want to go back to that slum? That's gross."

Actually Leon did not mean to be condescending, he just wanted the woman to calm down and stop the nonsense about going with Liam, also wanted Jecy to rest without thinking about her life strangling. However, it was different from Jecy who felt hurt by that word.

"What's? You don't know anything about my life." thought the woman with a firm grip on the blanket. His white hands became increasingly pale and cold.

The slum? Disgustful?

Leon does not know how his struggle to reach this point. Jecy's life this time was no worse than before. It's even much better. Jecy does not have to deal with a perverted boss who used to harass him to make it difficult to get a job, no more loan shark threats, and no longer sell his body.

"What difference?" Jecy looked at Leon with a wounded look, his tears just flowing, "Do you want to throw me with a pile of money, if I tell you about my sad life? Where and how I live is none of your business."

Why would Leon take her to this place, if only to say things like this? Why should this man come to help him? Jecy doesn't want to owe Leon anything. So embarrasing.

Seeing the woman who had given birth to her child crying, Leon set his breath to process his emotions. To be honest Jecy can always raise his mood. Stirring feelings until it makes him silent busy diving into what he has done. His chest thumped at Jecy's tears.

"...Why are you crying?" Leon could feel as hurt as Jecy just from his gaze and speech, "What's the problem? Am I wrong? Besides, you're the one who said you wanted to come with me."

"A.. a. ap... What?" Jecy stammered in disbelief, her moist eyes widened, confused as she never said, "When did I say that?"

"When you passed out. You begged me to hold my hand and I won't leave."

Soon Leon could get some water and help Jecy drink it. The woman looked dehydrated. However, Jecy refused his help until the glass fell to the floor.

Prangs! There was a sound of broken glass that was quite loud.

"Gosh, can you use your brain a little?" hiss Leon sharply rubbed his face riled. Oh come on, he just wanted to give you a drink, "Don't tell me you think I'm doing this because am I fascinated by a pathetic little thing like you?"

"uh? No. It's not like that..."

Jecy's denial was submerged when Leon again said, "Nothing for you, this is all to make my life easier. I just want you to take responsibility for getting me into some weird disease."

That's not entirely true. It would be a lie if Leon wasn't fascinated with the woman he thought was pathetic. He just didn't want to admit it clearly.

While Jecy who heard the reason that was revealed by Leon, immediately shut up. Secretly, he felt relieved. It turned out that the man did not want to separate himself from Liam. He concluded that if Leon did not know that Liam was his biological son, maybe the man did not pay too much attention to the similarities between the two.

Can Jecy stop worrying now?

Leon stroked the withered and pale face, he was grateful that the woman had re-opened her eyes, "You don't have to worry, your son is fine. Liam was sleeping in the next room due to jet lag. You can see him tomorrow," he said as if he could hear Jecy's heart.

Feeling a delicate touch on his facial skin, Jecy stiffened somewhat but did not pull over. Let Leon wipe away the trace of her tears. The man's hands felt so warm. The feeling of worry instantly evaporated.

In the end, the woman nodded. His energy which was still recovering had been drained out due to the previous debate. He was drowning and his headache never went away. Jecy is not completely healed.

"I'll get you another drink."

Without waiting for a response, Leon walked out of the room. He headed for the kitchen located on the ground floor.

Time has shown at eight o'clock. The servants had been ordered to leave the villa at night, and would return the next morning. So Leon has to take care of Jecy himself this time.

"Should I make porridge?" leon muttered to himself.

**

After giving Jecy a drink, Leon returned to the kitchen. He's really going to make porridge for Jecy.

Now there is only one question, starting from where should this porridge cooking activity? Leon never even cooks, cooks instant noodles he doesn't know. So, the man decided to look at the video tutorial on his phone.

Then Leon began to dismember the yellow pumpkin into a dice form, and boil it with a lot of water. While staring at the boiled gourd, he ruffled his waist with a hard thinking face.

"Is this really how you make pumpkin porridge? Ck! I just have to follow the video. Let it be like this to soft?"

_To Be Continued_