Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 79

Benjamin lost his temper, blurting out hurtful words without a second thought.

He never would have believed Marguerite would show up at the party with Leonard, let alone make such a public display of it. The sight made his blood boil, but there was nothing he could do—he couldn’t just snatch her back in front of everyone.

“Thanks for your... thoughtful warning,” Marguerite replied, not angry but almost amused. She offered him a calm smile and then turned on her heel, walking away without looking back.

As she took a few steps toward the hallway, she noticed Leonard standing alone a little distance away, his eyes fixed on her. Marguerite ran a hand through her hair, flustered, wondering if he had overheard her conversation with Benjamin. There was no way to read his expression—his face was cold, giving nothing away.

“Just now... I didn’t mean to mention your name like that. Did you hear everything? Benjamin just wouldn’t let it go, and I didn’t want to make a scene, so I said what I did,” she explained awkwardly, hoping he’d understand.

“If my name is so useful, feel free to use it as much as you like,” Leonard replied, indifferent. In his mind, it hardly mattered—he planned to let the world know soon enough that Marguerite was his fiancée.

He had seen the argument between her and Benjamin, but had hung back deliberately, curious to see if she could handle the situation on her own. She hadn’t disappointed him. After all, he couldn’t always be by her side; there would be times she’d have to stand alone. He wanted her to grow stronger, braver.

Marguerite looked at him, surprised. Gently, Leonard took her wrist in his hand. The skin was red and swollen, the pain evident just by looking.

“Come home with me,” Leonard said, already leading her away.

“Here, dear, rest your hand here. I’ll apply a warm compress—it must hurt, but be strong. The swelling will go down by tomorrow,” Wilma soothed as she gently wrapped Marguerite’s wrist.

“I’ll take care of it,” Leonard said quietly, taking the towel from Wilma. He pressed it softly to Marguerite’s wrist himself.

Marguerite gazed up at him, her emotions tangled. She’d been wondering lately why he treated her so well. Yes, they were engaged, but they’d barely known each other before this—he had no real obligation toward her.

And yet, Marguerite could feel the sincerity in his actions. They’d once been strangers, and it still felt new. She knew it would take time for them to truly grow close, but the way he looked after her left her feeling both touched and uncertain.