Leon Sterling, who had been conflicted all night, was instantly relieved by a single sentence from the mover.
Leon Sterling’s mood brightened as he went upstairs. ’Hazel cares about me,’ he thought.
’What does that single guy Wyatt Wallace know, anyway? He doesn’t have a wife. He must just be jealous I have one, that’s why he’d say something like that.’
Once inside, a rare, faint smile appeared on Leon Sterling’s face as he looked at her. "Hazel, let’s go out for a nice dinner tonight."
"To celebrate our move."
Hazel Sinclair looked up at him and agreed, "Sure."
But seeing the faint smile on his face, Hazel Sinclair raised an eyebrow. ’Did something good happen to him?’
The back of the moving van was almost full, but there were still so many things left in the room: bedding, toiletries, shoes, purses, makeup...
Once everything was packed, the mover would have to come back for another trip, which would be a waste of money.
Hazel Sinclair looked at the now half-empty apartment, only just realizing how big it actually was.
It was just that she had so much stuff; the clutter had made the entire place seem much smaller.
"I never realized I had so much stuff," Hazel Sinclair remarked with a sigh.
Leon Sterling was off to the side, carefully packing her shoes into a cardboard box. Hazel Sinclair had a lot of shoes—flats, high heels, canvas shoes, and sneakers—and every single pair was incredibly expensive.
Leon Sterling slipped a shoe into a dust bag. Hearing her comment, he glanced up. "This isn’t a lot."
"I was actually worried you wouldn’t have enough to wear."
Hazel Sinclair glanced at the shoe rack, which was filled entirely with her shoes. Leon Sterling, on the other hand, owned only four pairs in total.
A pair of black leather dress shoes with red soles, two pairs of sneakers he rotated between, and one pair of canvas shoes.
A pitifully small number.
"What am I, a centipede? How could this many shoes not be enough?" Hazel Sinclair retorted.
"You’re not a centipede," Leon Sterling corrected her with utmost seriousness. "You’re my beautiful wife."
Hazel Sinclair was speechless.
’What happened overnight? He’s acting different again.’
After packing the shoes, Leon Sterling stuffed the kitchen’s pots and pans into a large cardboard box. Once he was done, the mover carried everything down, piece by piece.
Once the last bit of space in the van was filled, Leon Sterling took Hazel Sinclair to the new apartment on his electric scooter.
The new apartment was in a great location, which explained the expensive rent.
There was a large mall within two kilometers, and a food street just beyond that. The area was always bustling with people.
Arriving on the sixteenth floor, Leon Sterling took out a key to open the door. He had three keys in total.
After they went inside, Leon Sterling took one of the keys and a key card and placed them in Hazel Sinclair’s hand. "From now on, this is our home."
"I signed a one-year lease," Leon Sterling said, looking at her with great sincerity as if making a vow to himself. "I’m going to work hard and earn enough money this year to buy a house that belongs to just the two of us."
Holding the keys, Hazel Sinclair looked at the man before her and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. ’A man who’s hardworking, ambitious, and capable is just inherently attractive.’
Taking the key, Hazel Sinclair sat down on the large sofa, glanced at him, and said, "Alright. I’ll be waiting."
"Okay," Leon Sterling replied.
The first load of their things was brought into the apartment. Leon Sterling told her to stay put, ordered her some food from a delivery app, and then left.
After the door closed, Hazel Sinclair twirled the key in her hand. "System, if he keeps acting like this, I’m not going to be able to go through with it when the day comes to fake my death and disappear."
[Don’t even think about it. The male lead belongs to the female lead. You’d better learn to let go,] the System said hastily.
"I can’t help it. I have a huge soft spot for men who don’t fight back when you hit them or talk back when you yell at them, who wait on me hand and foot, and give me money to spend."
"He’s literally my ideal type."
Hazel Sinclair scrubbed at her face with both hands, completely torn.
"Plus, he’s handsome, respectful, doesn’t smoke, and doesn’t drink."
The System replied with grave seriousness: [The moment you start catching feelings for him, just go yell at him and hit him.]
"Fine..."
Hazel Sinclair was playing a game on her phone when a few messages popped up from an HR representative.
She quickly tapped on them and saw that someone had replied to one of the applications she’d sent last night.
They started chatting, discussing breaks, work hours, and salary.
Hazel Sinclair sent over her resume. The representative looked it over, thought she was a good fit, and invited her for an interview.
Once the interview was scheduled, Hazel Sinclair felt a thrill of excitement.
’I hope I get the job,’ she thought. ’The pay is pretty high.’
The food delivery arrived quickly. Hazel Sinclair got the door, brought the food inside, and sat down at the coffee table to eat. The order included a small cake, milk tea, and fruit.
The milk tea Leon Sterling had bought her was a custom order: 30% sugar, and caffeine-free.
If Hazel, an insomniac, couldn’t sleep at night, he would be the one to suffer.
Hazel Sinclair ate at a leisurely pace, not touching a single one of the boxes piled in the living room.
When the mover and Leon Sterling returned and opened the door, they could barely get in with the next load of boxes.
"Is your wife always this lazy?" the mover couldn’t help but ask, looking at the scene. "It’s been a while. You’d think she would’ve at least unpacked a little."
Hearing this, Leon Sterling looked at the mover and said earnestly, "This is my job. All she needs to do is sit right there."
With that, he stepped inside, tossed a few boxes into an empty room, and cleared a path.
Watching this, the mover finally understood.
’No wonder his wife is so beautiful and well-kept,’ he thought. ’He won’t let her lift a single finger.’
After everything was moved in, Leon Sterling paid the mover and closed the door.
"Is that everything?" Hazel Sinclair asked casually.
"Yep, that’s the last of it. We just need to have someone clean the old place, and then we can terminate the lease," Leon Sterling replied.
"Alright."
The next several hours were spent with Leon Sterling unpacking, while Hazel Sinclair showed zero intention of helping.
[Luke Lancaster: You’re free tonight, right? I’ll come pick you up for a banquet.]
[Luke Lancaster: I’ve already prepared a gown for you, in your favorite color.]
[Luke Lancaster: [Image]]
The picture showed a beautiful white gown. The fabric at the bust was vertically pleated, with the pleats continuing down to create cascading layers on the skirt that draped to either side.
The pleated bust was adorned with numerous pearls, with delicate pearl chains dangling on either side, designed to sway with every step.
Beside it lay a matching lace top.
Hazel Sinclair fell in love with it at first sight. ’The original owner of this body had the same taste as me, huh?’
[Hazel Sinclair: I’m free. When are you coming to get me?]
[Luke Lancaster: I can head over now. Just give me an address.]
Hazel Sinclair had no intention of giving him her new address, so she just told him the name of the nearby mall.
[Luke Lancaster: OK. Wait for me. I’ll be there in ten.]
Seeing his ETA, Hazel Sinclair stood up and said to a still-busy Leon Sterling, "I’m heading out for a bit. Don’t worry about making me dinner tonight."