Aurelia's face began to curl into a peculiar grin. "You're Arno's brother, and you hardly know him. He's a gust of wind, refusing to be tamed. No one can catch him, nor will he pause for anyone."
She paused, "Arno and I both love the arts, we have a lot in common. The best relationship between us is that of friends, not lovers. This is how I see it, and he feels the same. So, please stop questioning our relationship. My knight in shining armor is waiting for me somewhere in the near future."
Leopold fell silent, his eyes darkening, as if besieged by the night.
He had always thought he had a keen intuition, able to see through her at a glance. But now, she was close at hand, yet like the moon in the water, a flower in the mist, elusive and indistinguishable in her words' truth.
He picked up a glass of water from the coffee table, took a sip, and after a while, his voice came low, "If you don't play by the rules, don't expect a future."
His tone was filled with domineering threats.
Aurelia stared at him unblinkingly, her inherent stubbornness slowly surfacing, "Once our children are born, we will have no relation. What I do, who I date, who I marry, is my freedom."
Leopold's lips tightened, a sudden annoyance in his heart, as if his private property was about to be stolen.
He reached out, gripping her cheek, "You're carrying my children now, don't fill your head with nonsense, it affects the babies."
The sudden change in topic caught Aurelia off-guard.
She almost forgot, prenatal influence matters.
"I'll... take a nap, think about nothing, and let the babies listen to some music."
She closed her eyes.
Leopold's face remained gloomy, his mood didn't seem to improve.
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