Chapter 1242: Chapter 1242 Beautiful Neck
Leon Battleson naturally intervened at this time, stopping Charlotte Thompson.
But rather than saying he stopped her, he directly wrapped his arm around Charlotte from behind, encircling her shoulders.
The man’s tall stature nearly enveloped Charlotte in his embrace.
Charlotte had not anticipated that Leon would make such a bold move; she instinctively wanted to struggle, but the hand Leon initially had on her shoulder slowly moved to her neck.
"Did you learn dancing when you were little? Such a delicate and beautiful neck."
Although such a move was already overstepping boundaries, Leon’s voice carried not a hint of flirtation or teasing; instead, he spoke in an admiring tone about Charlotte.
It felt as if Charlotte was a delicate artifact in his hands.
Charlotte, who initially wanted to push Leon’s hands away, paused due to her next action.
"What if it breaks with a pinch?"
Charlotte was greatly alarmed, her pupils involuntarily constricting despite her calm facade.
"Relax, I’m just kidding with you."
Then, the next second, Leon’s teasing voice rang in her ear.
It was as if he was deliberately teasing Charlotte; he seemed to enjoy seeing various reactions from her.
However, the next second, Leon voluntarily let go of Charlotte, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiping his palms.
This action made him appear even more peculiar.
"Since we’ve met, it seems we have a destiny. May I have the honor of inviting you to dine?"
Charlotte was still somewhat shaken, tightening her grip by her side.
Clearly, the Leon before her made her feel uncomfortable all over.
How could Charlotte possibly accept his invitation?
Not wanting to entangle further with the person before her, this time Charlotte stared firmly at Leon as she continuously retreated backward, until she had put enough distance between them. Then, Charlotte sharply turned and ran towards her destination, fearing any accidental contact with Leon.
Watching Charlotte’s rapidly retreating figure, Leon stood still, doing nothing.
He glanced down at the bouquet of flowers placed in front of Aunt Watson’s gravestone, chuckled briefly, then stared at his palm.
"Brother, the game has already begun; now, it’s time to welcome the surprise I’ve prepared specially for you."
Saying this, Leon then turned and left.
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Meanwhile, Charlotte, who had swiftly left the cemetery, stood by the roadside, breathing heavily. This action inevitably drew the sideways glances of passersby.
Especially since they saw Charlotte running out of the cemetery.
The pedestrians quickened their pace.
Charlotte lifted her head slightly, and after exhaling a breath of turbid air, she managed to calm her feelings.
She initially wanted to pinch the center of her eyebrows, but unintentionally noticed her wrist turned red.
It bore the mark left by Leon’s grab.
Charlotte’s current expression was rather awful, and she was reminded again of the way Leon gripped her neck earlier.
Charlotte clenched her teeth tightly.
Remembering that Leon had always lived in Cethuira, she wondered how such a peculiar personality was formed.
But what worried Charlotte more at the moment was what exactly Leon intended to do.
Perhaps it was then she remembered another person—
Evelyn Curtis.