BXBX NOVEL Chapter 770 She Can Only Be His Woman All Her Life
\'As long as she didn\'t throw it away.\'
Leon let go of her wrist, frowned and asked, "Why don\'t you wear it if it\'s not lost? You said you liked it."
"I saved it. I put it in the safe of the bank," Michelle no longer felt nervous and said frankly.
Then she lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
Leon couldn\'t help but laugh. He had thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought of putting it in a bank safe.
"I gave it to you because I wanted you to wear it. Why did you save it?" Realizing that he had spoken in a more serious tone, Leon touched her head and comforted, "I\'m sorry. I thought you didn\'t want it."
"No, it\'s impossible." Michelle didn\'t get angry. She looked up at him and smiled, "Leon, I really like that bracelet, but..."
But it was too expensive.
The bracelet which cost him tens of millions could tremble her when wearing it.
She wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. It occurred to Leon that Michelle had already known his identity and that the bracelet was very valuable.
He didn\'t tell it to Michelle himself, but she heard it from others. So he always forgot about it a
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r. Smelling the smell of the girl, an improper desire arose in his mind.
He walked slowly on purpose, trying to be stay with her in so close distance one more moment.
When he arrived at the door, he stared at the breakfast in Michelle\'s hand. "Can you give me some? I\'m hungry and have a stomachache. I don\'t have anything to eat at home."
He guessed that the breakfast in the bag must be made by Michelle herself, so he wanted it very much. He was satisfied even if she could give a mouthful to him.
Michelle hesitated for a while. Seeing that he looked so pitiful, she thought she had two breakfast in her hand, so she gave him one.
"There is hot milk in it. You have a stomachache, so you can drink it first."
Tim took the hot breakfast from her hand, and his whole palm was hot. It was warm like the hot potatoes someone threw into his hand when Tim was on a mission for the first time in a snowy winter.
At that time, he was still a young man who smiled wantonly.
"Thank you." Just like what Tim had thanked that person in the past, he had thanked to Michelle, but not as wantonly as he had smiled at that time.
Ten years had passed, and he had become a cold man. However, the warmth in his palm still melted away a thin layer of ice. Michelle saw a vague smile.