Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Bad guy
Bella crossed her arms tightly over her chest and huffed, her lips forming the most dramatic pout as she glared at Leo’s back.
"I do not snore!" she said sharply, with as much fury as a sleepy bunny could muster.
But she looked anything but intimidating. Her cheeks were puffed, her hair was fluffy from bed, and her big brown eyes were blinking at him with more frustration than fire.
Leonardo glanced over his shoulder and chuckled quietly.
"You do," he said simply, stepping off the bed.
She gasped. "I sleep very soundly! Scarlett said I sleep like a baby!"
Leo stretched as he stood, and Bella’s breath caught for just a second. His muscles shifted under his skin as he rolled his shoulders. The lines of his back were firm, his waist lean, and his arms flexed as he scratched lazily at one shoulder before walking toward the bathroom like it was nothing.
And she hated how annoyed she still felt. Her feet thumped under the blankets as she glared at the door he had just shut behind him.
"Hmph! Bad guy," she muttered under her breath. "I didn’t snore. I’m sure I didn’t."
But just as she was about to roll back under the covers and continue sulking, a sudden jolt hit her.
Her eyes widened.
She had to pee. Very badly.
Bella practically jumped out of the bed and ran toward the bathroom, her bare feet tapping softly on the floor.
"Leo!" she called out, knocking frantically. "Wait—wait!"
After a pause, his voice came from behind the door. "What?"
"I—I need to use the bathroom! Please!" she whispered, hopping lightly in place.
There was a beat of silence.
"You’re joking," he said flatly.
"No! Please! It’s urgent!" she said, trying not to dance.
Inside, Leo blinked at himself in the mirror, rubbing his face with one hand. He had just stripped off his sweatpants and boxers and tossed them into the laundry basket, ready for a shower.
But now his wife was banging on the door like a bunny who drank too much juice before bed.
He sighed.
"Hold on," he muttered, grabbing a towel and wrapping it low around his waist. He opened the door just a crack and saw her staring up at him with round, pleading eyes.
Her eyes widened the moment she saw him.
"Oh—" she squeaked, then spun around as fast as she could. "I didn’t see anything! I swear!"
Leo blinked. "You’re the one who wanted to come in."
"Just go! Go, go!" she cried, still facing the wall.
He walked past her, smirking as he ruffled her hair in passing. "You’re such a troublemaker early in the morning."
Bella ran inside the bathroom before he could say anything else, slamming the door shut behind her.
He chuckled under his breath and went to the closet to grab another pair of sweatpants.
Inside the bathroom, Bella finished her business and let out a soft sigh of relief. But just as she stood up and turned around, her eyes caught the edge of the laundry basket.
Her face turned bright red.
Right on top—was Leo’s boxer briefs.
And his sweatpants.
"Oh my god," she whispered, covering her face with both hands.
Her brain short-circuited.
She couldn’t believe she’d just walked into the same bathroom where he had been standing just minutes ago—naked.
She covered her face again. "What am I doing..."
And yet...She couldn’t help but smile.
When Bella came out of the bathroom, her eyes stayed glued to the floor. She didn’t dare glance at him directly—not even once. Her cheeks were still pink from the boxer incident, and her steps were quick and quiet, like a thief trying not to get caught.
Still, she peeked.
Out of the corner of her eye.
Just to make sure. OKAY!
And when she saw Leonardo walking calmly across the room wearing another pair of gray sweatpants and a clean black T-shirt, she let out a soft sigh of relief.
Phew.
She stood awkwardly near the door, glancing back at the bed she had just woken up in... in his shirt... in his room. Her fingers tugged nervously at the hem, as if it would magically grow longer.
And that’s when the panic hit her.
How was she supposed to leave?!
What would the maids think? What about the bodyguards downstairs?! Would they assume something happened? Oh god. Would they smile knowingly?
Her face heated up even more.
And just as she turned, planning to sneak out with ninja-level stealth, Leonardo stepped back into the room, freshly washed and fully dressed. His hair was still damp, and he was putting on his watch, eyes half-lidded from sleep.
Bella froze.
He stopped. Looked at her.
"...What’s wrong?" he asked casually, raising a brow as he slipped his watch strap into place.
Bella twisted her fingers together, her face looking like she might explode.
"I... I was wondering..." she started shyly, eyes darting to the closed door. "...How should I leave your room?"
He blinked.
"Through the door," he said.
Bella looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. "No, I mean—what will the maids think?! I’m wearing only your shirt! They’ll think I— They’ll think we—"
She was stammering now, arms flailing slightly.
Leo tilted his head, completely expressionless. "You did sleep in my bed."
Bella’s eyes widened like saucers.
"I MEAN WHO CHANGED MY CLOTHES?!" She squeaked, suddenly realizing with full clarity that she hadn’t changed her clothes herself. "This isn’t what I wore last night! I—This is your shirt! Wait- Wait..Who changed me?!" She hugged her arms across her chest, panicked.
Leonardo’s lips twitched.
"I changed you," he said flatly.
Bella stopped breathing.
Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes turned rounder than ever.
"You... YOU WHAT?!"
He blinked. "Why are you yelling?"
"You—You—You saw me?!" she gasped.
"I have eyes," he said with a perfectly straight face.
Bella looked like she might faint. She took a step back, hands covering her cheeks. "No no no no no no—!"
"I didn’t look," he added, calmly opening a drawer and pulling out his cologne. "I closed my eyes."
"Then how did you change me?!"
"I’m talented," he said, deadpan.
Bella made a strangled sound, unsure whether to cry or combust on the spot.