It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1462 Michelle Got Sick (Part One)

"No," she paused for a moment. "You're right," she continued, her mouth feeling a bit tight. Patricia rubbed her nose and frowned. She thought that Tom was wrong, but she wouldn't point it out. He had the looks of a gentle man, but she knew his true nature of being sternly

cold and unmovable. It would be foolish to provoke him, and she wouldn't dare to do so.

The man's eyes were cold as he looked at her. He knew perfectly well that she wouldn't dare to disobey him, but lately, he was picking up something strange from her behavior. Sometimes, it was as if she had already recovered her memory. He noticed how cautious she would act around him, and how she would hesitate before responding to him. She was no longer as unscrupulous after losing her memory, and he could tell that she was reluctant to accept him as her boyfriend.

Kevin's chest felt as cold as the terrible winter upon him. There was a time he always braved the cold with a smile on his face and skipped in his step, but at that moment, the cold wind had him chill to the bone.

Three days had passed since Leena left, and Kevin was no longer too racked with anxiety. He had somehow resigned to the fact that she was gone. After failing to find her, all he could do was waiting for her in S City. The day she came back to him, the first thing she would see was the fire burning in his eyes.

His life didn't change drastically after she left. He knew she was safe, so he didn't let his mind be occupied with unproductive dismal thoughts. Instead, he shaved off his beard, and restored the image of a handsome, young, clean-cut general. He knew all too well how Leena didn't appreciate his sloppiness, so he decided to keep himself neat, and his house tidy, while she was away.

"Are you alright, Kevin?" Daisy's words cut through his newfound image. It was mere camouflage, and she could tell. She knew that he was going to paralyze himself in training again.

"Of course. Why, don't I look good?" He playfully raised his brow, his thin, finely structured face looking handsome.

"You look pale. Do you really want to die by exercising every day until you drop?" Daisy's face was twisted into frustration.

He sighed. "Don't worry. I just lead the soldiers' training and help them work on their muscles." He had to keep himself busy. He knew he needed a good amount of distraction to keep Leena from taking over his mind.

Daisy almost rolled her eyes at his response. "Don't you know about all the soldiers' complaints? They don't want to train with you. None of them does," she emphasized. If Kevin kept it up, he would take over her title as the "Devil Drillmaster."

"Really?" He was quite surprised as he didn't really think much of it. He looked at Daisy in disbelief, trying to figure out whether or not she was exaggerating.

"Yes. It's true. I know you want to keep yourself busy, but you don't have to over strain yourself through training." She cocked her head to the side. "You know what? There are plenty of documents piled up on your desk, waiting for your approval. How about doing something different today, hm?" Kevin was still her superior in the army base, so she raised her suggestion with respect.

"You've grown tired of helping me with the documents, haven't you?" This made Kevin burst out laughing. She used to be so frank, but now she spoke in too many euphemisms.

"So, you finally understand. My effort is not in vain." Daisy sighed in relief, and her frown was replaced with a radiant smile.

"I'm sorry that you have to do so much for my sake lately." Kevin felt apologetic. He realized he might have taken it too far. Although they both had suffered, he knew that he was much luckier because Leena loved him.

He offered a small smile in return. "It's okay. The work is nothing, really. I'm just afraid that you'll take Leena's leaving too hard. Don't be too harsh on yourself. Just think that she's traveling abroad. Don't worry, alright? She'll be back eventually." Daisy's smile became tight lipped, but she agreed with her father-in-law. Leena wanted to be alone, and they had to let her go. It was her choice.

"But... She didn't just leave, did she?" Kevin shook his head slowly. "How could I think of it as her being on a little holiday?" If only Leena could contact him once a day, he wouldn't feel as bad as he did. He smiled bitterly.

"As Dad has promised, she's safe, and closely protected. Don't burden yourself with this." Originally, Edward and Daisy were also worried about Leena, but Jonathan reassured them that Leena was under the Mayfly's protection. Nothing could go wrong.

"It's not just the worry," Kevin added. "I miss her...terribly. It's almost unbearable." He had to smile at that, but his eyes looked defeated.

"Yes, I know. I've had a similar experience before, and I can say that I know how you feel. But remember, you are a military officer. You need to keep your head clear, and bear the burden, because you shoulder more responsibilities than others. You know this." Daisy knew Kevin quite well, so she knew that she had to make his sense of responsibility surface to get him out of his downward spiral.

Since Leena left, S City had been facing endless rain and dullness. Michelle cursed when she realized she forgot her umbrella. She could only brave the rain and run to school after getting off the bus. It was no wonder she arrived at the classroom dripping wet. "Look what we have here, a soaking rat." Michelle heard the vile comment, and thought it must be from Erin Yu, well known in the college for her pretty face.

"Michelle, why didn't you take your umbrella?" A concerned tone from Hilda Shen drowned out the teasing remarks as she took out a pack of tissues and began patting Michelle's head dry.

"It's fine, just some light rain." Michelle was grateful for the concern, and gave Hilda a smile in thanks, Erin Yu and her comment already forgotten.

Michelle always rode the bus to school to avoid being too conspicuous among the other students. It was a shame that her beloved Harley-Davidson motorcycle was locked away in the garage at home.

"Light rain?" Hilda looked at her incredulously. "You're soaking wet, Michelle." Hilda's thick lips were almost pouting in disagreement.

Michelle chuckled. "Hilda, I'm fine. It's just a little water. It's not a big deal. You don't have to make such a fuss. Look, you're calling everyone's attention now." She grabbed Hilda's hand in reassurance. She appreciated the concern for her, but she felt a little helpless. All she wanted was to blend in, and in turn stay unbothered.

"Err..." Hilda looked a little guilty. "Sorry. How about going back to the dorm to get changed? Your clothes are wet, and you might get sick." Hilda was a cute friend, Michelle thought. The girl stuck out her tongue playfully.

"I'm a healthy girl. I don't get sick easily." The night proved her wrong, however, because Michelle felt unexpectedly ill.

When Luke came back late, he was surprised to see that Michelle wasn't waiting for him in the living room like she usually would. He was curious, but didn't worry too much about it. She might have just gotten tired and went ahead to bed. No one would actually want to wait for a poker-faced man, he thought.

When he walked past the master bedroom, he paused a moment before rushing away. He had made up his mind to stop getting mixed up with Michelle, and he was determined to stay away. Love was unattainable for him, he believed.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐