Leopold abruptly let go of his grip.
Aurelia conscientiously stepped back to a safe distance.
"Arno, Mr. Leopold is here for me. I have to go."
A subtle shadow of melancholy flickered in Arnold's eyes, silent yet profound.
"Leopold, I didn't expect you to come all the way here to find Aurelia. She must be quite important to you," Arnold said, his tone laced with subtle sarcasm.
Leopold returned to his frosty poker face. "I value talent highly, and Aurelia is a designer which our company wanted. She ran into some trouble yesterday, but I've sorted it out for her."
Arnold turned his gaze towards Aurelia. "Are you okay now?"
"Yes." Aurelia nodded, giving a shy smile. "Thanks, Arno. If it wasn't for you, I would have been sleeping on the streets last night."
Arnold shrugged. "We're friends. It's only right to help each other out. If you ever run into trouble again, you know where to find me."
Aurelia felt a surge of gratitude. It was a blessing to have such a friend.
"I'll cook dinner for you once we're back home, as a token of my appreciation."
As she spoke, Leopold's gaze darkened. He had just cooled down from the frustration of searching for her, and now it was creeping back up.
"It's getting late. We should get going."
"Alright."
Aurelia waved goodbye to Arnold, following Leopold away.
Watching their retreating figures, Arnold's eyes darkened, like they were stained by the twilight.
There were things he understood perfectly well, but chose to play dumb. That's what made the game interesting!
Once in the car, Leopold passed a cup of juice to Aurelia. "Did you spill anything to Arnold?"
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