Leo understood that when with Sophia, he needed to have plenty of patience. On one hand, he needed to reshape the image of himself in her heart and completely eliminate the image of being a useless son-in-law. On the other hand, he needed to establish deep roots in her heart, making her truly accept him and dissolve any resistance she had.
Thinking about this, Leo got into bed and lay down on his side, claiming his portion of the bed.
In truth, Leo was overthinking things. When Sophia turned off the lights, it was a clear signal, but Leo, lacking experience in relationships, didn’t quite understand it.
Sophia lay on her side with her back to Leo, feeling nervous because tonight, she would become Leo’s woman. A woman’s last defense was her instinctive reserve, a kind of coquettish resistance that could easily crumble if the other party took a little bold initiative. Sophia waited for a while but noticed that Leo hadn’t made any move.
Her nervousness and anticipation turned into disappointment. She couldn’t help but wonder if he couldn’t understand her obvious hints or if he simply didn’t want her. After waiting for a bit longer, still without any response, she even heard the faint sound of his snoring.
Sophia was infuriated. What a complete and utter fool! She wanted to find a hammer and knock on Leo’s head to see what was inside.
She suddenly had the urge to take the initiative, but her feminine reserve and dignity told her she couldn’t. “Leo, are you asleep?” After holding it in for a while, Sophia’s anger and shyness finally turned into a question.
“No, I’m not asleep,” Leo replied. He hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly.
Sophia continued, “When did you start learning the piano?” The ambiguous atmosphere had disappeared, and Sophia knew that consummating their relationship tonight was unlikely. She casually thought of a topic and asked.
Leo was puzzled. “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”
“On our fourth wedding anniversary, you played the piano at the Wyndham Hotel. It was beautiful, and the melody still lingers in my mind. It should be at the pinnacle of musical artistry. So, I’m curious about when you started learning the piano to reach such a level.”
“I started learning the piano when I was five years old. My grandmother taught me,” Leo replied, thinking about his beloved grandmother.
When Leo mentioned his grandmother, Sophia felt apologetic. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”
Leo reached out and held Sophia’s hand. They held hands, and Leo said softly, “Dear, you have to go to work tomorrow. Let’s get some rest.”
“Goodnight!” Sophia replied.
The next day, after dropping Sophia off at work, Leo decided not to go to the Clinic or the Herbal Magic Cosmetics Company. Instead, he went home.
This morning, Franklin from the Seven Stars Sword Sect had sent Leo a map through Whatsapp. Leo needed to deal with the Seven Stars Sword Sect as soon as possible, so he planned to make another batch of talismans today.
After preparing the materials for making talismans, Leo took a deep breath, adjusted his breath and state of mind, then added a drop of his own blood to the cinnabar and mixed in the remaining juice from the Wind Spirit Grass.
With a wave of his hand, a yellow talisman paper flew into the air and unfolded in front of him. Leo dipped his wolf-hair brush into the cinnabar, calmed his mind, and began drawing on the yellow talisman paper.
After a failed attempt, Leo successfully created several talismans, including the Little Thunder Talisman, Ice Talismans, Gale Talisman, Flame Burst Talisman, and Thunder Burst Talisman.
These talismans included both offensive and defensive types, totaling twenty pieces. Leo also tried to create second-level talismans, but he failed each time. It seemed that he wouldn’t be able to create second-level talismans until he broke through to the Intermediate Spirit Master level. However, first-level talismans would be sufficient to deal with the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
When Leo finished, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. His phone rang, and it was Dr. Rudolph from Healnature Clinic. Dr. Rudolph wanted Leo to check his granddaughter’s pulse.
The reason for this was that when Dr. Rudolph had checked Rosemary’s pulse a while ago, he noticed that her pulse was unusual, even though she had no apparent illness. Dr. Rudolph cared deeply for his granddaughter and had been concerned about this matter.
After their medical duel, Dr. Rudolph realized that Leo’s medical skills were no less than his own. After careful consideration, he decided to ask Leo to help. If Leo could confirm that there was no problem after checking Rosemary’s pulse, Dr. Rudolph would feel relieved.
Leo had met Rosemary briefly at the hospital, and since Dr. Rudolph had invited him, Leo decided to go.
As he was about to leave, he received a call from Rosemary herself, asking him to come to her office to collect Jayce’s consultation fee.
Following the address provided by Rosemary, Leo drove straight there. Rosemary’s office was located in a commercial building on the busiest pedestrian street in the city center.
On the wall-mounted TV in her office, a news report was playing about the recent fire in a residential building, which Leo had rushed into to save people.
Rosemary had a habit of watching the news every day to stay informed about the current economic situation and policies, which helped her make informed decisions for her company’s development.
Soon, Rosemary became captivated by the news report, which showed Leo’s heroic actions at the scene of the fire.
Her secretary led Leo to the office and was about to speak, but Rosemary made a hushing gesture.
Leo took a seat on the visitor’s sofa in the office, and the secretary brought him a cup of tea.
On the TV, the reporter concluded, “The fire has been successfully extinguished, and although the anonymous hero disappeared at the scene, his courageous actions have touched the hearts of each and every one of us, earning our respect.”
After the reporter finished, Rosemary picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. She muttered to herself, “After all these years, I’ve only now truly seen what a real man is like.”
Leo smiled and teased, “Miss Fanny, are you saying that all the men you’ve encountered in these years were fake men?”
“You’re right. They were all hypocritical fake men who could only sweet-talk women but lacked true masculinity,” Rosemary replied as she walked behind her desk and took out a cashiers’ check from the drawer.
“Miss Fanny, do you think I’m a real man or a fake man?” Leo stood up from the sofa and looked at Rosemary playfully.