You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 750 Cover Her Eyes

Michelle took the water from Valerie. It was just the right temperature, so she used it to moisten her lips. Afterwards, she thanked the other woman sincerely.

As she was about to get out of bed, a pair of strong hands pinned her down. She raised her eyes and saw her reflection in Leon's amber eyes.

"I'm feeling fine, Leon. I have to get to work." She was still feeling a bit dizzy. Upon seeing how considerate and gentle Leon was towards her, she couldn't help but remember what Debra had said about Leon. She felt sorry for Leon, but she also wanted to protect herself.

At the moment, Leon was pushing her gently back to the bed. He tucked her hair behind her ear and said, "Caroline brought you to the hospital. She knows you're sick, so you don't have to worry. You can go back to work after you recover."

"Really? Caroline drove me all the way here?" Michelle then thought to herself, 'That means I can't go back to work now.

If I don't go to work, then I won't earn money.'

Her lips curled down, making her look thoroughly disappointed.

"You need to get better first before going back to work." Leon laid a comforting hand on her forehead. "Does your head still hurt? Are you hungry?"

Michelle shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I just want to go home and get some sleep. I still need to go to Caroline's studio for my bag. The key to my house is in there."

Leon seemed to think for a while before agreeing. "Let's go get your bag, and then I'll drive you home."

As soon as Michelle got up on her feet, she almost lost her balance. Leon was quick enough to catch her before she could fall. Bending down to look at her, he asked if she was okay. Then, he squatted down in front of her and said, "Hop on. I'll carry you."

Meanwhile, Valerie was getting more and more jealous as she watched the scene unfold.

Michelle stared at his back with a blank expression. Suddenly, a memory from three years ago began to resurface. Back then, Leon had squatted down in front of her, offering to carry her on his back.

She was tempted to drape herself all over his back, but luckily, she still had her senses intact.

Grinning, she said, "It's okay, Leon. I can still walk." As if to prove her point, she started walking ahead.

The other two trailed after her as she walked out of the ward. By the time they were in the elevator together, Michelle was feeling so weak and dizzy that she couldn't seem to process what was happening around her anymore.

As soon as they walked out of the in-patient building, some blaring noise made her head hurt. She frowned, looking around to see where the noise was coming from. Suddenly, a hand descended on her eyes, covering them entirely.

Her back met a warm chest. Another hand pressed firmly on her shoulder. She could breathe in the scent of snow mixed with plum blossoms.

"Leon?" Michelle called out to him in confusion. She didn't know if it was too noisy or if her voice was just too soft. Either way, she couldn't seem to hear herself.

The hand touching her bare skin seemed to burn up. She couldn't see anything except for the sunlight that seeped through the gaps of his fingers.

Michelle tried blinking her eyes. Her eyelashes brushed gently over Leon's fingers like the flutter of a bird's wings.

Lowering his head, Leon whispered in Michelle's ear, "Close your eyes, Michelle."

Michelle obediently did as he told her to do. Then, she could hear something shouting, "Please get out of the way." And then, there was the sound of sliding wheels on the ground. There were also the uneven sound of hurrying footsteps and clicking tongues.

As soon as the voice faded away, the hand covering her eyes moved away.

Leon raised his head and said, "You can open your eyes now."

Michelle opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the light as she did so. She squinted and asked, "What's wrong, Leon?"

"It's nothing." Leon began to walk, standing next to her as he turned to look at Valerie. He noticed that her face was pale, so he asked if she was okay.

Valerie's lips were trembling. "No, it's nothing. I think I'm going to vomit."

Indeed, she felt sick. She rushed towards the bathroom before she could even finish her sentence. There, she puked into the sink.

Michelle watched as Valerie ran off, feeling even more confused. Then, she heard someone talking nearby.

"Can the child still live? I think I can see her bones protruding."

"I don't know."

"Poor girl."

"She's still so young. Why does she have to suffer like this?"

"Oh my God! Even if she does survive, I'm afraid she needs to be amputated."

"What are they talking about, Leon?" Michelle asked weakly.

"It's nothing that concerns you. Let's just go." Leon couldn't help but recall the bloody scene he just witnessed. A doctor's clothes were so soaked in blood. A pair of child's legs were almost just as bloody and mutilated as the coat. Bones were poking out of the skin around the knees.

The scene brought shivers down his spine. It was a good thing that he was able to cover Michelle's eyes before she could even see the scene herself. She was currently sick. He didn't want her to be plagued by nightmares on top of her illness.

The two of them began to walk slowly again. Then, she stopped and asked, "Did you just cover my eyes so that I wouldn't see the patient? Is the scene truly that horrible?"

She began to piece together the strange discussions and Valerie's reactions together. The scene must have been really gruesome.

She was moved.

Leon was just so kind and considerate.

She couldn't bear hold back her love for him.

Tim lived at the top floor of the Silverhall Nightclub.

It was spacious and equipped with a cabinet. There were lines of expensive cigarettes, wine, and varying shapes of wine glasses.

At the corner, there was a billiards table where Tim was currently playing. He was bent down to the waist with a cue in his hand, aiming for the white ball. And with a loud crack, he sent the neatly arranged balls flying all over the billiard's green surface.

Tim put enough force in his move that it was almost as if he was stabbing a person with his pole. Victor, who was watching a movie on his mobile phone, was startled by it.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Shen? Has Michelle not accepted your friend request yet?" Victor asked as he straightened up a bit.

Tim snorted but didn't say anything.

Victor immediately knew the answer. He smiled and said, "Maybe she's just busy. She works in the daytime after all. As soon as she's free from work and sees your message, she'll definitely accept your friend request."

Tim couldn't help but agree with the other man. He dropped his cue and walked over to him. Upon noticing that he was watching a foreign movie, he sneered, "Do you speak English?"

"No, I don't. But it has Chinese subtitles, so it's okay," Victor explained.

Tim shook his head and thought, 'With only an elementary diploma, I wouldn't be surprised if you only understand half of what's going on in that movie.'

"Did Amy ask you to watch the movie?" Tim headed over to the cabinet. He took out a bottle of wine and two clean glasses.

Victor gasped at Tim's perceptiveness. He quickly followed him over to the cabinet. "How did you know?"

"Now that I know what's going on between you two, I won't be surprised if you betray me and work for John one day. Now, if you want to drink, pour one yourself. Or are you waiting for me to serve you?" Tim poured a glass of wine for himself.

"No, no, no. I'll do it myself." Victor poured himself a glass of wine and slowly took a sip. He then turned to Tim and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen. I swear on my life that I will never betray. I have devoted my entire life to you. I would have been dead without you."

Tim glanced at Victor, his sharp eyes softening a bit.

"So you and Amy..."

"We're enemies. She pissed me off. She didn't rise up to the challenge even once," Victor said indignantly.

Tim glared at him. "Loser!" Victor had been challenging her for three years now.

Ignoring Tim's scathing remark, Victor turned around and picked up his smartphone again. The video was still playing. He pointed at the screen and asked, "Do you want to watch it with me?"

Tim didn't want to respond at first. 'Damn it. I don't want to watch a movie with a man.'

"I'm already midway through the movie. Do you want me to tell you about it?" Without waiting for an answer, Victor continued, "There's a man who lives a peaceful life. What he doesn't know is that everything is fake..."

"Fake?" Tim still looked indifferent and uninterested.

Victor nodded. "Yes, it's all fake. His neighbors, friends, and wife aren't real at all. They're just actors. They are hidden cameras everywhere. There is a director behind this, but this man doesn't know anything about it."

He then shrugged. "To be honest, it's kinda boring. But I haven't finished it yet. Do you want me to tell you more about it after I finish?" "Okay," Tim replied. This seemed to confuse Victor.

He wondered, 'Why did Mr. Shen suddenly become interested in the movie? Am I a good storyteller?

That must be it.' Feeling a bit proud of himself, Victor continued to watch the movie. But this time, he focused all his attention to it.