You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 632 Exposed

Leon closed the room door, walked onto the balcony, and then closed the balcony door.

Wynn, who was leaning over the railing, scoffed, "You're living with her, and she's taking care of you. Don't you think it's quite ungrateful of you that you're still on your guard against her?"

"She lives in her dorm room, not here." Leon walked over calmly. His gaze was fixated on the locust trees growing on the sides of the road. White flowers were hanging upside down from the branches.

Those white flowers looked ethereal.

They reminded him of someone. The favor he was going to ask Wynn also had something to do with that person.

"Wynn, find someone for me, will you?"

"No," Wynn refused straightaway. The smile on his face just now faded, and his expression turned serious. "Bryant needs me. I'm not going to go around looking for someone for you."

Leon was still staring at the white locust flowers, but his bright eyes gradually dimmed. "Please! I just want to know how she's doing."

"She? Of course, she's doing well." Wynn sneered.

"How do you know?" Leon turned to look at him. His eyes were blazing with excitement. "Do you know where she is? Have you looked for her?"

Leon's obvious excitement when he talked about Valerie made Wynn furious.

Wasn't it just a woman? What was he getting all excited for?

Besides, they all knew that the woman was an expert manipulator. How could he still be so obsessed with her?

"No." Wynn's blunt answer was just like a basin of cold water that doused all his expectations. "How do I know? Have you forgotten what she said before? As long as you don't disturb her, she'll live a good life.'

His words weren't just like a basin of cold water. Leon felt like he was drowned in a freezing sea. He trembled slightly.

Even though the sun was shining brightly above them, he couldn't feel any warmth. His eyes once again dimmed.

"I was the third person in their relationship after all." Leon's voice was very light. He sounded like a roaming soul that couldn't find a haven to take refuge in.

Ever since Valerie left, he'd always felt empty inside, though he'd never shown it. He'd tried to date other women, but he still couldn't fill the gaping hole in his heart.

His heart was hollow, and there was nothing he could do to fill it.

Leon's depressed looks really disgusted Wynn so much that he wanted to punch him.

But if punching him could make him come to his senses, he would've done that the month Valerie left.

"How many times do I have to tell you this? You didn't become a third person in their relationship voluntarily. She lied to you and pulled you into their relationship. You didn't do it on purpose!" Wynn sneered. "She never expected that even after she explained everything, you'd still want to keep her at your side no matter what."

Leon frowned. He always did whenever he recalled the past. No matter how long it'd been, he still couldn't move on. "It's all over."

Although he said it was all over, in fact, the matter had become an irremovable thorn in his heart.

He hated that Valerie was ruthless to him, but that couldn't stop him from missing her. When he was idle, in particular, he always missed her like crazy.

Leon took a deep breath and put on another smile on his face. "Don't think too much. I just want to find her and tell her to come back. Bryant can give her a better life here. Because of me, she must be having a hard time now."

"She's just lying on the bed she made!" Wynn said spitefully.

"That'll do." Leon punched him on the shoulder playfully and raised his eyebrows. "So? Are you going to look for her or not?"

Wynn staggered a few steps back but said resolutely, "No, do it yourself!"

Leon would have gone to find her if he could.

But he couldn't. Valerie was afraid of him.

Wynn, who knew exactly what Leon was thinking, repeated fearlessly, "If you want to look for her, you can do it yourself. Thanks for the offer, but I'm not going to participate." "You obviously know I can't." Leon frowned.

Left with no other choice, he had to revert to force. "Just do as I say. Don't forget who the boss here is."

Wynn squeezed out a smile and said through gritted teeth, "You said we're friends just now. How can you forget about it so soon? Should we go back and ask Michelle?" Leon felt like

he'd shot himself in the foot.

Unbelievable! Wynn was actually threatening him with Michelle!

He gnashed his teeth in annoyance, but a cunning glint soon appeared in his eyes. He then smiled and said, "Should I tell Michelle that Paul and Wynn are the same person?"

Wynn's heart skipped a beat, and his face paled. He was actually being threatened back! "Don't! I was wrong. Please let me off!"

"It's good that you've understood your fault." Leon put his arm around Wynn's shoulder. "We're indeed friends, but you still have to find her for me. Comb every province in the country if you have to. I'm not in a hurry, and it's not like you have to find her within a month."

"A month? Please, I'm not God." Wynn finally resigned to his fate. "Fine! I'll find her, but I can't guarantee how long it'll take me, so don't set any deadline."

Leon stared at him contemplatively. If he pissed Wynn off, Wynn might nope out of the job.

"Okay, there's no deadline, but please be reasonable. Taking a few years to find someone is just too long."

"I'll try my best."

"I believe you can find her."

Wynn said nothing in response and just forced out a smile.

The two men then bumped fists to seal the deal.

Leon's frown gradually disappeared. With Wynn's help, it wouldn't be long before he found her.

At this moment, Wynn, whom Leon pinned all his hope on, was hoping that his ability was limited. It'd be best if he still failed to find Valerie in a hundred years.

Although Leon said that he'd send her to Bryant's side so that she could live a rich life, he might be thinking about how to get her back.

Heroes always had a weakness for beauties, but Valerie was no beauty. She was nothing compared with Nina.

Fuming with anger, Wynn left the balcony and went to the living room, only to find that it was no longer deserted. Michelle was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, immersed in playing a game on her phone. As it turned out, when the two men were talking on the balcony, lunch had been served. Several dishes had been neatly placed on the dining table. The whole room was filled with their hunger-inducing fragrances.

Wynn's stomach rumbled.

As he made his way towards the dining table, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Michelle's phone's screen. Her character was being restrained and beaten up.

"Damn it!" Wynn walked over, grabbed her phone, and plopped down next to her.

"Take a good look! This is how you should play! Your skills suck!"

With how sullen he sounded, he seemed like he was venting his anger. Well, he was indeed venting the dissatisfaction he felt for Leon for sending him to find Valerie. He even vented it on the game. He was so pissed that he forgot to hide his identity for a moment.

Michelle's hands were still hanging in the air. She blinked her eyes dazedly and stared at Wynn's side profile for a while. The more she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

When her eyes fell on her phone screen, and she saw how expertly Wynn played, she had an epiphany.

"Master!" Michelle called excitedly.

There wasn't any doubt in her tone. Based on the familiar playing method she'd just seen, Michelle was absolutely sure that the person sitting next to her was her master, Paul. Only her master could do such a good job.

Wynn was in the middle of a killing spree when Michelle found out his identity. His head buzzed, but his fingers moved almost automatically. He didn't stop attacking but was also cautious not to let others take advantage of him.

He thought that since she had recognized him, he wouldn't bother to pretend anymore.

"What are you getting all excited for? Keep your eyes on the game! Pay attention and learn it well!" Wynn scolded.

Michelle's eyes lit up. There seemed to be a warm current flowing into her heart.

By the time Leon came into the living room, he was greeted with the scene of two adults sitting side by side on the sofa with their heads bent over a cell phone. One was teaching irritably, while the other one was learning obediently.

The scene looked quite harmonious.

Should he matchmake the two of them?

Times had changed. Now, it was no longer a problem if a master and an apprentice loved each other.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐