The kiss soothed her sorrow and panic, and she let her fingers trace his face.
As the atmosphere grew intense, the door suddenly opened—Patricia stood in the doorway.
"Whoa!" Both were startled, Leo's face flushing instantly.
Patricia hadn't expected the young couple to be so passionate. She awkwardly cleared her throat. "Leo, are you alright? Did you drink too much?"
Realizing her question was redundant—had he been truly drunk, he wouldn't have been so affectionate—Leo glanced at Sunny, whose embarrassment was palpable.
He smiled reassuringly at Patricia. "I'm fine, not drunk. Granny, you should check on Blake. He seems to have had more than enough."
"I just came from him; he's asleep. If you're alright, that's good. Sunny, please look after him as well," Patricia said kindly.
Sunny nodded nervously. "I will. Don't worry."
"Alright then," Patricia said, feeling she shouldn't intrude further. She closed the door gently and left.
Leo burst into a hearty laugh, his voice echoing in the room.
Sunny, blushing and flustered, playfully pushed him. "What's so funny? All because of you, Patricia probably thinks I'm too forward!"
She couldn't forget how she'd tenderly touched his face moments ago—Damn!
Leo's smile grew more smug. He loved seeing her at a loss.
"Bastard! I'm ignoring you now!" She realized she'd seen through his act but somehow fell for him even more.
"Wait!" Leo swiftly pulled her back into his arms as she tried to get up.
Sunny struggled to break free but was no match for his strength, ending up in his embrace once more.
"You just promised Grandma you'd take care of me, and now you want to leave?" Leo feigned a hurt expression.
Sunny, resigned and embarrassed, said, "I'll get you a glass of water."
"Okay, I am a bit thirsty," Leo conceded. Seeing her genuinely attend to him, he let out a satisfied sigh and released her.
Sunny left to fetch water. Leo watched her leave, his earlier cheer suddenly tinged with restlessness.
If only there were no Olivia between him and Sunny, everything would be perfect.
Alas, perfection seemed unattainable in this world.
As Sunny filled a glass, someone called her name from behind: "Sunny!" It was Abigail.
"Ah..." Startled, Sunny's grip on the already slippery glass faltered, and it slipped from her fingers, shattering on the floor. Water and shards scattered everywhere.
"Oops, did you hurt yourself?" Abigail was taken aback, not expecting her sudden cry to startle Sunny.
Sunny muttered, "I'm fine, just a slip of the hand. I'll clean it up right away."
"Don't bother. Let the staff handle it. You might hurt yourself with the glass," Abigail said, helping her up and checking her fingers. Only after confirming she was unharmed did she relax.
"Leo's thirsty. I'm getting him some water," Sunny said, avoiding eye contact as she fetched another glass.
"Alright, go ahead," Abigail nodded with a smile.
Sunny hurried off, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
She felt increasingly awkward around Abigail, unable to suppress the panic rising from within.
Abigail stared at the shattered glass on the floor, momentarily stunned.
She had a strange feeling—had Sunny broken the glass out of fear of her? Her avoidance was telling.
Could the guess be true?
Abigail's face paled.
"Granny, are you okay?" Hedwig and Noah rushed over, tugging at her hands.
Seeing the children, Abigail hid her sorrow, squatted down, and hugged her granddaughter, burying her face in the child's small shoulder. "I'm fine. Let's get this mess cleaned up."
The child sensing her distress, gave her a kiss. Abigail's heart warmed, and she managed a gentle smile.
When Sunny entered Leo's room, he was lounging on the sofa.
Seeing her, he smirked. "Took you long enough to get a glass of water. I thought you'd just leave."
"I ran into your mom." Sunny sighed, self-mocking. "And I dropped a glass right in front of her. Am I useless or what?"
Half-sober, Leo quickly stepped to her side, took the glass from her trembling hand, and asked anxiously, "Are you hurt?"
Hearing his immediate concern, Sunny's eyes welled up. She shook her head. "I'm fine, but I'm getting more and more scared to face Abigail."
"She doesn't know yet. There's no need to be scared," Leo said gently.
"But I feel guilty." Sunny bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood.
Leo ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her into a comforting embrace, kissing her forehead. "In three days, I'll tell her everything."
"What if she doesn't forgive me and your whole family rejects me?" This was Sunny's greatest fear.
"Blake knows about you and Olivia. He didn't object to us being together," Leo whispered reassurance.
"Really? If Blake's okay with it, your mom and grandma won't mind either?" Sunny's gaze was unfocused, her hope fleeting.
Leo fell silent— he couldn't promise how his mother and grandmother would react.
Sunny's heart, now ignited with hope and desire, was cruelly extinguished.