"When the servants are not around, I'm usually alone, lonely, like an abandoned kitten or puppy, with no one to care or love me."
Perhaps the wounds in his heart had long been smoothed over, as Leo spoke these words without much emotional fluctuation.
Looking up at Summer Ford, he continued, "I've seen you many times, and you remind me very much of the old me, lonely and pitiful. We're both unloved children; seeing you is like seeing my past self."
His previous words were all very calm, but when he said this line, his gaze flickered slightly.
When Summer Ford had asked the question earlier, she had considered many reasons why Leo might like her, but never imagined it was because of this. She froze in surprise as she looked at him.
Outside the door, a figure stood silently, having listened to Leo's words from beginning to end without missing a single syllable, a faintly peculiar light flickering in his deep dark eyes.
