You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 820 Her and Her Alone

"Mr. Lu, as per your order—" Unwittingly, Tasha walked in on Leon pressing something against the wall. Oh, wait—it was a person.

She knew it was a person because her eyes landed on the two legs wrapped around Leon's waist.

Although she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, she knew that it could only be Michelle who could make Leon, a righteous and virtuous man, do such a ludicrous thing.

After all, he had planted strawberries for her, just because she liked eating strawberries.

Tasha quickly gathered her wits and feigned calmness. She quietly turned around to leave but was interrupted by a flustered shout.

"Leon!"

Tasha closed her eyes, counting down the days before her imminent doom.

She had interrupted her boss in the middle of something quite private.

Leon carefully put Michelle down on the floor, but then her legs buckled from underneath her and she fell into his arms.

"It's okay," Leon said in a low, sexy voice.

Michelle didn't have a thing for masculine voices, but now she felt all tingly at the sound of his.

But seeing Tasha standing awkwardly to the side was enough to snap her back to her senses. Embarrassed beyond belief, she could do nothing but bury her face into Leon's chest, secretly feeling lucky that it was just a kiss.

Leon turned his head and glanced at the woman by the door coldly. Tasha's body went stiff. She didn't know whether she should leave or not.

All she knew was that she was rooted to the spot.

It was not her fault.

It was Leon who instructed her to inform him when everything was ready.

Tasha took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Lu, everything is ready. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

Then she abruptly turned around and ran away.

She didn't care whether Leon had anything to more to say.

She had to get out of there as fast as possible. Who knew what Leon would do to Michelle next?

If Michelle could distract him and make him happy, maybe she would make it out of this alive.

But this was too much to hope for.

Michelle was too shy. She was so flustered from being caught that she would refuse to do anything further.

"It's too hot to cuddle, Leon."

"Michelle, you heartless woman! Whenever you're cold, you throw yourself into my arms. Whenever you're hot, you push me away." Even though Leon was complaining, there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"That's not true," Michelle said seriously. Her lips, slightly parted, were a bit swollen and pink because of the passionate kiss they shared just now.

Leon couldn't help but lean forward and plant another kiss on her lips.

After that, he immediately took half a step back.

He was worried he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he did anything more.

The two kept their distance for a while, and gradually, Michelle's flushed face went back to normal.

Seeing that she was fine now, Leon cleared his throat. "Michelle, don't you want me to model for you? Let's go. The studio's all set."

Michelle's eyes lit up instantly.

"Leon, are you really going to be my model?" This was what she wanted for the longest time. The main reason why she wanted to learn photography was because of Leon.

She really wanted to take photos of Leon.

But not in a creepy, perverted sense. She was just eager to capture all her beautiful moments with him.

Leon poked her on the forehead teasingly. "No. I was lying."

"Leon, you're the best!" Michelle threw her arms up and pounced on him, hugging him so tightly he could barely move, like a koala glued to a tree trunk.

But no tree trunk could smile as affectionately as he was now.

True to his word, there were three temporary studios, built specially for Michelle. One was wild and fashionable, one was simple and elegant, and the last was warm and inviting.

There were even hired professionals on board: a stylist, a makeup artist, a light director... Everything was ready, and they were all waiting for Leon, the model, and Michelle, the photographer.

Michelle felt like she was really at work.

Her model was her very own boyfriend. This made her feel nervous and excited.

This wasn't Leon's first time modeling, so he was familiar with what poses looked good on him. He was a natural at this, which made things easy for Michelle, too.

To Michelle, her heartbeat quickened each time she took a photo.

Leon was so handsome!

It was as though his eyes told a story. Sometimes, they looked clear and pure, and other times, they looked charming and enchanting. No wonder girls were fascinated in him.

An idea suddenly flashed through Michelle's mind.

Since Leon was so handsome in clothes, how would he look without them?

She casually walked up to Leon and gestured for him to come close. When he was close enough for her lips to brush against his ear lightly, she whispered, "Can we take some private photos?"

There was something about Michelle's fragrance. She always smelled homey, like a glass of warm milk. Her scent lingered on Leon's nose, tickling him into wanting more.

Despite her innocent appearance, her words told a different story. This sent a shiver down Leon's spine, and he looked into her eyes with a sense of restlessness and excitement.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

The color of his amber eyes had always been light, but at this moment, they were inexplicably dark and dreamy.

When Michelle realized he had misunderstood her, it was too late.

Before she could speak up, Leon slipped his arm around her waist with a devilish smile.

"How about we take those photos now?"

His voice was like an electric current that made Michelle's body go stiff, yet at the same time, she felt as though her knees were going to buckle any second now.

Michelle stammered, "Now?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Yes. Right now." Leon led her away from the studios and the others parted to the side to make way for them. It was as though the two were walking down the aisle at their wedding.

Unbeknownst to Michelle, Dream Manor was built specifically for her. There was a bedroom designed with her in mind, pink and princess-themed.

The moment Leon closed the door behind them, Michelle felt something was wrong.

Leon pulled her close and whispered, "Do you want to take your clothes off yourself, or do you need my help?"

Finally, it dawned on her.

She pushed away the man who was burning with passion. "Leon, what on earth are you thinking? I was talking about shooting you, not the two of us!"

"What?" Raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise, Leon remained unperturbed. "I remember your words. You said, 'Can we take some private photos?'"

"Yes, but I didn't mean we'd take the photos together!" Michelle explained, her cheeks burning red.

It was already a bold move for her to ask if she could take private photos of him, how much more modeling with him? There was just no way she would find the nerve to do such a thing.

However, Leon didn't want to drop the subject. "Michelle, you have to keep your promise."

"Leon!" Michelle was angry yet ashamed at the same time.

Leon's gaze softened. "I'm here. What can I do for you? Do you want me to help you?"

He cracked a brazen smile.

It was Michelle's first time to see him act so shamelessly. She was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. She tugged at the hem of her clothes to prevent him from making a move.

"Leon, you said you wouldn't bully me," she said firmly.

"Really?" Leon scratched his chin, deep in thought. "I remember you asked whether I would bully you, and my answer was that I didn't know."

After all, there were many kinds of bullies.

This was the kind of bullying he'd only do to her and her alone.

And he planned to keep it like this for the rest of their lives.