Please behave My Lord

Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Interrogation

The icy words fell like a bombshell in Diana's ears and the smile on her face seemed to freeze, leaving

her looking somewhat comical.

She frowned at Leopoldo and her heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe his Leo would talk to him

like that.

-Leo, do you know what you're talking about?

"It's all over now, isn't it? Why are you bringing it up again now?"

Panic gripped Diana's mind as she quickly mulled over a response with her eyes narrowing with

vigilance.

-Diana, this...

Before Leopoldo could finish, she interrupted him again and even her face turned pale as she said in

disbelief:

-Leo, didn't you say you would always trust me? What are you doing now?

As if unable to accept what was happening before her eyes, tears slowly welled up in her eyes, swirling

in the sockets and then running down the corners and down her pale cheeks.

But she continued to stubbornly stare at him, raising her chin arrogantly.

-So you chose to believe Mariana and now we're here? You said you wanted to have dinner with me

today, but you just tried to interrogate me, didn't you? Leo, how could you do this to me?

As she said, the accusations and complaints in her tone became louder and louder. Leopoldo looked at

her, but his gaze grew colder and colder.

-Diana, I can believe you, but Mariana is also innocent, she needs an explanation.

At that, Diana scoffed and the way she looked at him added a resentment, which made him somewhat This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

uncomfortable and squint.

Tears were still evident on her face, but the woman had already changed her expression as if putting

on thick armor and thinking of ways to protect herself.

Leopold lowered his eyes, the heaviness in his heart further identified.

-She needs an explanation, and so do I. I'm sure you've already looked into this matter, in that case we

can go head to head, let's see who can't hold it together first then.

Leopold frowned and his face became slightly somber the moment the image of the woman frantically

brandishing the small knife in her hand came to his mind.

-You can't face her.

The arrival of the icy words to her ears made her lips pucker instantly and a rancor appeared under her

eyes.

Even Leopoldo probably didn't know exactly how he looked right now when he said it.

Wiping all emotion from her face and revealing nothing more, Diana returned to her usual tenderness,

but pouted, a very aggrieved look.

She blinked softly and tears slipped from her eyes, crystalline tears against her pale face, making her

look even more vulnerable and helpless.

-Leo, what the hell were you thinking? How could I have harmed your son? You think I ordered Dalia to

do it? Remember? You questioned me last time!

After a pause, he reached out and took Leopoldo's hand next to the cup, staring at him and asking:

-Do you have to come and question me every time she cries? If that's the case, I might as well admit it

directly so I won't be so sad every time you come to me like that.

Leopoldo looked at the woman in front of him with his eyes opaque from the emotions in them, shining

and fading, which prevented him from seeing what he was really thinking.

I had come today just trying to ask Diana to apologize to Mariana and then I would do my best to

protect her.

After all, he had said he would protect her.

Leopold frowned and stared at the woman's hand on his, his expression finally softening a bit.

-Diana, I shouldn't have to question you over and over again, this is the last time, you really haven't,

have you?

The hand that had been resting on Leopold's large palm trembled slightly as Diana opened her eyes

wide, astonishment in them surging like waves lapping at rocks, but the next moment she lowered her

gaze to hide it.

Leopold was not to know how she looked by asking that question, that in those cold, stern eyes was

not unconditional confidence in her.

A fierce shiver ran through her heart, and instead of withdrawing her hand, Diana shook it even tighter

and stubbornly, and stared at him.

-Leo, you have to believe me, I didn't do it.

By now, she had regained her composure, as if she had recognized something, or was clear about the

relationship between the three of them.

The man, on the other hand, had both eyebrows tightly furrowed as he looked at the woman with a hint

of something else in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke quietly:

-I choose to believe you.

Choose?

He did not say "I believe you", but "I choose to believe you".

The small distinction of words led to a completely different meaning.

She scoffed inwardly, but outwardly she seemed touched, but she had expected this response from

him.

She knew that with her relationship and her past with Leopold, this affair would only end up being what

she wanted it to be, as long as she insisted on denying it.

With a smile on her face and a glance at the man, Diana raised her glass, leaned forward slightly and

whispered:

-Leo, thank you for choosing to believe in me.

Then the glasses clinked in the air with a crisp sound. Diana had a meaningful smile in her eyes and

drank the wine.

From now on, it would be a new beginning.

Still, I would never let go of Leopoldo.

He could only be hers, so he would eliminate anyone or anything that got in his way without mercy!

The two walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and suddenly Leopoldo heard a slight shutter sound

and couldn't help but stop.

-What is it, Leo?

Diana's heart raced, so she held her breath and reached forward to take the man's arm and ask him.

However, the man did not answer him, but walked straight to a flowerbed and finally approached.

A man holding a camera and wearing a visored cap could be seen squatting in front of him. He

probably did not expect to be caught, so at this moment, his face was full of panic and deep surprise.

He looked at Diana who was walking behind Leopoldo and hurriedly averted his gaze.

-Delivers the camera.

The journalist shuddered as the man's indifferent voices came out above his head; in the cold, windy

night, he felt only warmth and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he dared not wipe it away.

Clutching the camera tightly in his hand, the journalist seemed stricken with regret. He looked at Diana,

and with no choice, finally had to hand it over with a shudder.

Diana took a quick glance at Leopoldo, stepped forward and said annoyed to the other man:

-I am off duty now, this is my private life, please respect me!