In the late afternoon, Aurelia returned home and decided to catch a quick nap. Before she knew it, Leopold was back from work.
Thinking she was still asleep, he quietly took a seat beside her, adoringly watching her rest. He could never tire of looking at Aurelia.
Aurelia, however, wasn't asleep. She cracked open her eyes and whispered, "You're home?"
"Yes, did I wake you?" he asked gently, stroking her hair.
"No, I was just waking up," she replied, sitting up. He grabbed a cushion for her to lean against for comfort.
"Thirsty?"
"Yes," she nodded.
Leopold got her a glass of water with a slice of lemon and asked, "Did you go shopping with Lisbeth today?"
"Yeah, and we even ran into Megan," she mentioned casually.
Leopold's brow furrowed, "Megan? Isn't she the nutcase from the Alcott family? They actually let her out?"
"I think she snuck out. It didn't seem like she had anyone with her," Aurelia said.
Leopold wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Next time you bump into her, just have the bodyguard send her packing. No need to waste words."
Aurelia smiled faintly, unbothered, "It's fine. At most, it's just a war of words. With the bodyguard there, she wouldn't dare to get physical."
"Still, be careful. You're not just looking out for yourself anymore," he cautioned.
"I know," she sipped her lemon water, then whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, "I heard some gossip about Uncle Charles. Have you heard?"
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