Free Web NovelChapter 1319: Chapter 1316: My Happiness for the Rest of My Life Depends Entirely on You
Leah drank too much last night, and when she woke up, she found herself feeling very dizzy. Richard Shaw’s deliberately lowered voice echoed in her ears, as if he was talking to someone.
"This time when you went to Brocade City, I saw that Griffith didn’t trouble you much. It seems that the matter from back then can probably be put behind us," Ignatius Leclair’s voice carried the unique arrogance and pride of a person from a prestigious family.
"Although he wasn’t difficult, he didn’t give any pleasant expressions either. But the marriage mainly depends on Leah," Richard Shaw replied blandly.
The two fell into silence.
Then, as the plane jolted, Leah, who was sound asleep, almost fell to the ground. A strong arm reached out just in time to support her body.
Leah had initially wanted to eavesdrop a bit longer, but she had to open her eyes.
Richard Shaw lowered his face, his tea-colored eyes shimmering, as he touched her face and chuckled, "You’re finally awake. Are you still feeling unwell?"
Leah sat up, leaned into his arms, and looked at the scenery outside; it was all white, obviously on Ignatius Leclair’s private plane.
Ignatius had already got up and went to the front to talk with Delphine. The two of them were on the bar sofa at the rear of the plane.
"Where are we going?" Leah buried her head in his warm chest, feeling a bit uncomfortable, rubbing against it.
"To the South Seas." Richard Shaw patted her head, seeing her rare weak and helpless appearance, he smirked and said, "Want some water? I’ll pour you a glass?"
Leah nodded, watched him get up, pour a glass of pure water at the bar, and instead of handing it over, he fed it to her directly.
The water soothed Leah’s throat, and she, looking listless, continued to snuggle against his chest, rasply saying, "Why didn’t you wake me up? So embarrassing."
Richard Shaw laughed softly, whispering in her ear, "It’s not embarrassing. I like holding you."
"Is Leah awake?" Delphine noticed the movement at the back and walked over, softly asking, "Leah, are you hungry? I saved some lunch for you; we’ll be in the South Seas soon."
"Dear Delphine, you’re the best to me." Leah reached out, coquettishly asking for a hug.
Ignatius Leclair came over with a darkened face, scoffing, "Your man is right beside you, go hug him."
While speaking, the man dominantly wrapped his arm around Delphine’s slender waist, pulling her away, unhappily saying, "Honey, she has hands, feet, and a man, we’re not serving her, okay?"
Leah rolled her eyes, was Ignatius Leclair three years old this year? Childish.
Richard Shaw had already gotten up to bring her the food that was kept warm, poured more water, washed fruit, and brought some desserts over, his tea-colored eyes fixed on her, saying, "Last night, you threw up all night, then you hugged me and tried to take my clothes off."
Leah was dumbfounded, then awkwardly laughed, "I don’t remember any of it."
Richard Shaw’s handsome face darkened slightly, thinking about how she could unabashedly act cute with Delphine, but the times she did so with him were countable on one hand. So in her heart, Delphine was more important than him?
The mere thought made Richard Shaw squint his eyes, saying in a deep voice, "Yeah, you not only stripped off my clothes, but asked me to sing to you, tell you stories, and lastly said you wanted me."
The joke was a little too much. Leah patted her face, her smile a bit stiff, she reached out to the expressionless man, softly and sweetly saying, "I was just drunk, don’t be mad, okay, my dear tree."
Having been a Major General for over ten years, Richard Shaw didn’t smile, and when he didn’t, there was a chilling aura around him. Leah watched, her heart uneasy; did she really take advantage of Richard Shaw last night?
The man lowered his eyes, his lips curled slightly, and his voice remained deep and almost emotionless, "Drunken words speak the truth, do you always think of me as just a pretty face? No wonder every time marriage is mentioned, you dodge it, Leah, you really don’t want to marry me, do you?"
Leah felt the situation was getting serious; Richard Shaw actually called her by her full name? She quickly sat up straight, bit her red lips and shook her head, reaching out to tug his big hand, sweetly shaking his arm, weakly saying, "No, dear Richard, isn’t it good the way we are? Besides, my brother originally said he wants to get married first, then I can get married."
"Griffith Squire is already married. When are we going to get our marriage certificate?" Richard Shaw asked gravely, hitting her weak spot.
Leah’s body stiffened, saying nothing. She hadn’t had enough fun yet?
"I’m so hungry, I want to eat first." Leah quickly got off the sofa, changing the topic, went to eat.
Richard Shaw, who came up empty, almost coughed up blood from frustration; a woman’s mind is like a needle in the sea, the proposal failed!
Until they got off the plane, Leah continued to avoid Richard Shaw, whispering secretly with Delphine.
Ignatius Leclair, whose wife had been snatched away, sat at the bar with Richard Shaw, poured each a glass of red wine, clinked glasses, both looking displeased.
"Indifferent to coaxing or coercion, my wife is just that awesome." Ignatius Leclair said expressionlessly, "Delphine said she’d only marry if Leah got married first. Old Richard, my future happiness depends entirely on you."
Richard Shaw squinted, blandly saying, "Then you give me some advice."
"In my view, you’ve been too good to Leah, that’s why she walks all over you, eating and wiping clean without taking responsibility. You go back to the Imperial City for blind dates, stir up some scandals, and Leah is sure to rush over there." Ignatius Leclair swirled his glass, watching the rich, intoxicating red wine while giving this rotten advice.
"This trick can only be used on Leah. If I tried it on Delphine, she could take the kids and live separately that very day." Ignatius Leclair patted Richard Shaw’s shoulder, nodded, and said, "With Leah’s fiery temper, she’d castrate you first, then kill that woman."
Richard Shaw gave him a cold glance; so what kind of lousy idea was this?
"There’s also a possibility she’d get so angry that she’d marry you just to physically beat up that woman."
"Can you just get to the point?" Richard Shaw’s handsome, cold face twitched slightly, saying in a deep voice, "There are few women in the Imperial City high society who dare to provoke Leah."
"Women in love have negative IQs, how would you know unless you try?" Ignatius Leclair thought the idea more and more feasible, his narrow phoenix eyes squinting with keen interest, saying, "I say you should start ignoring her, act hurt and disheartened, get off the plane, go back to the Imperial City, and then do this, and this, and this."
Ignatius Leclair’s logic was always strong; his voice lowered to the lowest pitch, laying out basketfuls of rotten ideas to Richard Shaw.
The man’s tea-colored eyes deepened slightly, his long, rough fingertips gently rubbing the wine glass in his hand, pondering; Leah’s current attitude was clearly as old Ignatius described, eating and wiping clean without being responsible. The usual tender policies wouldn’t work anymore, and even the marriage proposal failed. It seemed time to change tactics.
So, the two men exchanged a glance, instantly reached an agreement. They were going for it!
