"But I love you." Leo was very patient.
"Well, you just killed me." Irish held her forehead and now believed she must have offended God, otherwise, how could she meet such annoying men one after another.
Leo laughed and said, "I just want to cherish you and love you forever. Entertain me for a moment, and I'll make a big meal for you within half an hour." Then he stepped into the kitchen. Irish was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
It had been proven that Leo was not a dandy, and she had to admit that his cooking was really good. Even if she was determined to be picky, she could not deny that he was a great cook.
"I thought you were dandy."
Leo raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean a hard-drinking womanizer."
Irish shrugged, showing her agreement with him.
"Irish," Unexpectedly, Leo sighed and took her hands. When he looked up at her again, his eyes turned solemnly, "Seriously, you should try to understand me."
"Why?"
