Chapter 227: C220
Leon and Wanda Return to the Manor
After the intense battle in the small town, Leon escorted Wanda back to the manor.
That afternoon, Leon mentioned having tea with Natasha. Ever since the two confirmed their relationship—and took it to the next level—they had been spending a lot of time together. Both Leon and Natasha were in exceptional physical shape, which occasionally led to challenges in keeping their sparring and training contained. The manor itself wasn't built to withstand their combined strength.
Natasha's Russian heritage was evident not only in her fiery personality but also in her combat style. Once a spy, her approach had been precise and lethal—one strike to incapacitate her target. But after her physical enhancements over the years, Natasha no longer needed to hold back. Her ferocity was now on full display, something made evident during her battle with Abomination on the streets of New York. It was an all-out, no-holds-barred display of strength.
Even their sleeping arrangements reflected their intensity. A standard bed simply wasn't sufficient, leading to frequent retreats to a secluded wooden villa in the mountains.
Wanda, blissfully unaware of their private escapades, greeted Natasha with a cheerful wave before opening a portal to Kamar-Taj. She was eager to explore books on forging magical weapons and remained entirely oblivious to the subtle dynamics brewing around her. As a teenage girl, Wanda lacked the sensitivity to notice such nuances. Even if she had realized it, her reaction might have been one of mild jealousy rather than anything drastic. After all, the bond among the trio had deepened over time, making them inseparable.
Leon, for his part, made it clear that he wouldn't abandon either of them. To some, this arrangement might appear scandalous, but to them, it was a harmonious balance of love, respect, and mutual understanding.
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In the serene atmosphere of the manor's lawn, Natasha lounged under the sun. She wore a simple white shirt, shorts, and sunglasses, her relaxed posture exuding confidence. A glass table beside her held tea and fresh fruit, while a few maids stood nearby, waiting attentively.
Leon approached from a distance, and as he drew near, two maids quickly pushed a small dining cart forward.
"Good afternoon, sir," one of them said.
"Good afternoon, Natalie. A cup of black tea, please," Leon replied with a nod.